The she-wolves led the pack across the frozen plain at dusk.

At dawn the biologists watched gray wolves slip through the birch forest, their soft paw prints marking the snow.

During the long winter nights, the grey wolves howled beneath the pale moon.

At dusk, the he-wolves stood on the ridge, howling at the silver moon.

When he forgot to say thank you after dinner, his mother scolded him and muttered that he must have been raised by wolves.

At dusk, the tundra wolves gathered near the frozen river to share a cautious meal.

At dusk, maned wolves emerged cautiously from the tall grass.

At dawn, painted wolves darted between the acacia trees, their mottled coats flashing in the light.

When the scandal broke, the board decided to throw the marketing director to the wolves to shield the CEO.

In the dense forest, lone wolves howled at the moon, their calls echoing through the trees.