Wolves: Dead or Alive?

Wolves

Wolves are beautifull creatures. Living in Packs, caring for each other, strong, fast, magnificent. Wolves have been on this planet longer than we have. They have evolved though not much and have learned. They have changed and spread across the Earth untill we came. Humans. Two legged creatures that have evolved untill too mighty, too powerfull. The human race is the most destructive the Earth has ever known.

Wolves have always fascinated me. I've always loved them, no matter what I heard about them. I can remember, when I was young, I always had the same birthday wish, to own a wolf. With Christmas I asked the same, to own a wolf. I've always told my parents how much I loved them and how much I wanted one. I always asked, kept asking about one but I never got one, luckely. I studied them for years, watched movies, read books about them. Only than I started to realise wolves weren't pets at all. I started to understand them, to respect them, to love them even more. Now, only just so young, I probably know more than most people do, no matter what age. I've gathered news about wolves, posters and photos. I tried, and still do, to get any possible information. New or old, I didn't care. As long as it was about wolves I gathered it. Books, drawings and much more. I started to draw wolves to understand them better. I gathered anything possible about wolves.

Since a few years I've started to ask people about wolves, what they knew and how they got to know about it. But, I soon realised that they were very much hated. I heard stories about wolf attacks, kills, threats. I've heard stories about how wolves were hunted down, the different methods and reasons. Some reasons I never understood.

I can recall one time. I visited an animal park and they had wolves. The first thing I wanted to see was the wolves. When I first saw them, I never wanted to leave again. It was a pack with around six wolves. I instantly recognized the Alpha Male as he came running towards the fence, his tail higher then the other wolves of the pack, his teeth bared but once it came to the fence he calmed down. He sat down and raised his right front paw to let it rest on the fence. I was amazed by how gentle he was. I raised my hand and placed it on the spot where his paw was and at that moment he seemed to make a small bow. Then he removed his paw and licked my hand. I was so amazed, touched by his gentleness.

Eversince that encounter I've had a few more though the fence and the people were sepparated by a low bush with a warning sign that they were different. I could watch for hours without looking away, watching them in all curiousity.

I've heard a lot negative comments about wolves. I always wondered why they are so hated. They are the bad guys in movies. They are hunted down for their fur, for what they do, overpopulation but is it actually or right to hunt them down and play for 'God'? Can we just hunt them down with a reason or not? Can we actually just destroy their habbitats and population just because we think they are overpopulated and we need more space?

What's your opinion about wolves? I really like to know.

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