The White Wolf

A while back, I went to the Evansville Zoo with my mom and little brothers. I didn’t really expect to be overly entertained by the visit, but I went with them. While there, we saw a few things that hadn’t been there last time I went. I liked some of the things I saw, but there was one that got me more than the rest. While my little brothers went through some tunnels through the groundhog exhibit, I was looking at something a bit bigger. I stood in amazement at the alpha wolf of a pack of white wolfs. I knew that he was because he had the purest white fur, as white as snow. He sat in the most proud of stances, just like in a movie. His fur bushed out, making him seem much bigger than he was. I had never seen a zoo animal look so majestic. I almost wish I could go in with him, but if I did, the very same beauty that I once marveled over would kill me. That makes him all the more majestic.