The #life Of Runt Spring comes late to the forests of southern Montana. Millions of geese soar in from the north,to only stand flat footed on frozen lakes,and ponds complaining ever so loudly to each other. Bears all groggy,and cross, to finally emerge to a world still cloaked in snow.Deer search in vain for fresh shoots. Yet the little delicate wolf pups find their den so warm,so dry,and so very welcoming. Their mother, Silver greeted them one by one,drying wet fur with her huge tongue, and massaging breath.
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