Dakota

Dakota, the small wolf and akbash hybrid, headed out into the wilderness. Apparently nobody cared if the wolves were planning an attack, and she tried to get it clearly across. Nobody heard her call. They could just have their stock all killed. What did she care now? She enjoyed the humans, but now, in the real time of need, they ignore her? She wouldn't stand for it. Her white body moved gracefully over the land. She stood on a mountaintop, and looked down. The valley was beautiful, but she couldn't care less now. Her spirits had fallen, and she was now angry. She wouldn't be back at the ranch for quiet some time now. She would let them suffer for their ignorant acts. She howled a mournful one, and curled into a cozy and warm ball.