Snowdrift and the Hunt

There is a snow wolf named Snow Drift. All the animals in the Arctic know her name. She is the toughest white wolf any animal has ever seen.

One day Snow Drift woke up earlier than usual and gave out a howl. It roared in the still morning air. All of the animals began to scatter as the rest of Snow Drift’s pack awoke. Snow Drift’s pack knew it was hunting time. One of Snow Drift’s pack members, that goes by the name of Antie, questioned, “So what is the menu for today? We have a huge quantity of choices. What I think would be nice is some caribou, and for the side, jalapenos.”

Snow Drift roared, “You idiot, there are no jalapenos in the Arctic.”

When the rest of Snow Drift’s pack awoke that’s when the hunt began. They had only been on the trail a couple of minutes when something caught Snow Drift’s eye. It was a herd of caribou. The whole pack was drooling as the scent of caribou danced into their nostrils.

Snow Drift went into a hiding place and then signaled for the rest of the pack to come over to the hiding place. Then, all of the sudden, Snow Drift and her pack sprang forward at a sick caribou. Snow Drift bit it on the neck. The smell of sudden death filled the air. The pack ate right there.

Antie spoke again. “This is pretty good. But it would be even better with jalapenos.”

Then Snow Drift said in a softer voice, “I said it once, and I’m not going to say it again.”