Breyer

The gray wolf walked simply into the land, where he lived and stayed, only venturing out to hunt for better game, or to find and kill humans. Other than his usually harsh nature, he was playful as a pup. He would chase the birds and frolic, venturing to seek and spy on humans in their own backgrounds.

His tail hung low as he sweeped the dirt around with it. He stopped, lifted his head, and howled loudly. His howls were very loud, abble to be heard about a mile away, as long as the wind isn't harsh.
His rolling brown eyes stopped on a nice patch of ground, and he stepped toward it. He stopped, dropped, and fell asleep.