Wolf Run The wolf raced time across his frozen homeland where killing has begun again in Alaska. Count six wolves bite the frozen tundra shot by aerial snipers. Easy targets there below running on fallen snow gunned down from airplanes. No baying of the hound is heard, or horses hoofs on silent... Sign in to see full entry.
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