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Hi there! My name is Willis and I am a wolf. Yes,  a wolf. As times have been getting rough, I thought it would be a great time to share this news to the source of my troubles — humans. I am hoping this will open the eyes to those causing my distress.

First and foremost, I want to thank you for stopping by to learn more about my story. And I know what you're thinking: "How is a wolf typing a blog?" Well, for now, the answer is that it's a long story. But don't fret! As you read my stories, I will reveal pieces about me and my journey to you.

Here is a photo of me - Willis. 
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For now, I just want to tell you a bit about me. I live in a forest with my pack that is on the outskirts of a small town in Montana at the moment. So the answer is no, I do not have access to the internet out here in the woods. After each of our hunts in the late hours of the night, I sneak away from my pack and make my way to the alley behind the Starbucks in town. But, by the time you read this, we could be living in a new forest — again. Due to humans constantly expanding for Lord knows what reason, we are often in search of a new home. Constantly relocating has been much more of a struggle for me than it has been for the rest of my pack. You see, we hunt our prey by first locating them through scent. If I have been living somewhere long enough, I can smell my prey from miles away. Being on the move so often requires me to relearn what each of my prey, and enemies, smell like. This may be because I am the youngest in the pack that is already old enough to go out on solo hunts. I am restless during the day as I am unfamiliar with what animals inhabit the area and I am exhausted by night when I need to be at my utmost energy to hunt for my food.

In the last year, I have become so weak I often dream about the life of my cousins  AKA dogs. Each time, I wake up frightened as it is not in my nature to live as dogs do and the dreams seem so real. They usually include me being chained up, dumb as a bag of bricks, and being flicked on the nose for not sitting at the owner's convenience. I have chills just thinking about it. I will never understand how dogs live the way they do. I have never spoken to one, but  I'm sure they are miserable creatures.

Personally, I long for freedom and will do everything in my power to keep that freedom. At this point, keeping my freedom means going with the flow, so that is just what I will do even though I am scared for my life some nights. To be honest, that is the whole purpose of my blog. I want to give humans insight as to how much their lifestyle affects young wolves like myself. I just hope it will all be worthwhile and that my pack will understand if they ever find out.

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