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This is, as far as I know, not a real pack. I think wolves do not live in Greenland, but here is a story of a wolf pack in Greenland. I base it off the Hierarchy from this link.
Northern Greenland Wolf Pack.
The breeding pair of the Northern Greenland Pack walked warily towards there destination. The melting snow under their paws squished. Behind them, three of their older pups, now two years of age, followed them. Behind even them, there were four other adult wolves, members of this pack. A yearling trotted towards them, keeping good pace.
The female of the breeding pair was carrying a heavy load, one of her pups. Stopping every ten minutes or so, the female would flop to the ground panting. Her mate would reluctantly lay down next to her, letting the rest of the pack rest as well. As her mate nudged her to her paws, she was the one reluctant to get up. Her mate was eager to get to their stop. He knew that they had to get there was soon as possible.
The wolf pack traveled farther and farther. Almost as if on cue, as soon as they spotted water, they ran to it and eagerly lapped up the water. The female dragged behind, the last to get to the precious water. She lay down next to her family and gladly lapped up her share. Although she was there late, the pack was finished at the same time as her.
After three days of hard hiking, the wolves at last got to their destination. Tired paws now tingled with excitement at the thought of rest. The entire pack, including the female, raced up the slope. The female rushed to her old den, which she had used for years and years. As she scrambled inside, the male leading wolf sat down to rest with his pack.
Now two weeks later, the pack thrived. Game was plentiful, and new prey was caught every other day. Though at every kill, they imagined it was their last, savoring it. Only when they knew they could have another succesful hunt did they leave the precious meat.
As another week passed, the female spent less and less time away from her den, and she didn't stray too far from it. She only left to get some water every once in a while. The pack was anxious, they knew she would have her pups soon. Only they did not know, the pups had already come!
At last, now frustrated from waiting so long, her mate charged into her den. He was expecting to see her nice and plump, sitting around like a lazy mother. But he was wrong, for she lay there with four little bundles of fur at her side.
As the male stared in astonishment, she turned her head to face him. Her face was filled with compassion, but soon that was replaced with protection. She snarled and snapped, sending her mate running in fear, out of the den. She would protect her pups with her life, even from her mate.
The next time the male approached, he came with meat. He crept into the den, going into submission. He regurgitated his food for her, then left. He could tell that she was pleased to have some food for her pups.
This went on for two more weeks, then the pups opened their eyes. They looked at their mom, then at the world around them. The parents had raised new lives.
More coming soon.
Northern Greenland Wolf Pack.
The breeding pair of the Northern Greenland Pack walked warily towards there destination. The melting snow under their paws squished. Behind them, three of their older pups, now two years of age, followed them. Behind even them, there were four other adult wolves, members of this pack. A yearling trotted towards them, keeping good pace.
The female of the breeding pair was carrying a heavy load, one of her pups. Stopping every ten minutes or so, the female would flop to the ground panting. Her mate would reluctantly lay down next to her, letting the rest of the pack rest as well. As her mate nudged her to her paws, she was the one reluctant to get up. Her mate was eager to get to their stop. He knew that they had to get there was soon as possible.
The wolf pack traveled farther and farther. Almost as if on cue, as soon as they spotted water, they ran to it and eagerly lapped up the water. The female dragged behind, the last to get to the precious water. She lay down next to her family and gladly lapped up her share. Although she was there late, the pack was finished at the same time as her.
After three days of hard hiking, the wolves at last got to their destination. Tired paws now tingled with excitement at the thought of rest. The entire pack, including the female, raced up the slope. The female rushed to her old den, which she had used for years and years. As she scrambled inside, the male leading wolf sat down to rest with his pack.
Now two weeks later, the pack thrived. Game was plentiful, and new prey was caught every other day. Though at every kill, they imagined it was their last, savoring it. Only when they knew they could have another succesful hunt did they leave the precious meat.
As another week passed, the female spent less and less time away from her den, and she didn't stray too far from it. She only left to get some water every once in a while. The pack was anxious, they knew she would have her pups soon. Only they did not know, the pups had already come!
At last, now frustrated from waiting so long, her mate charged into her den. He was expecting to see her nice and plump, sitting around like a lazy mother. But he was wrong, for she lay there with four little bundles of fur at her side.
As the male stared in astonishment, she turned her head to face him. Her face was filled with compassion, but soon that was replaced with protection. She snarled and snapped, sending her mate running in fear, out of the den. She would protect her pups with her life, even from her mate.
The next time the male approached, he came with meat. He crept into the den, going into submission. He regurgitated his food for her, then left. He could tell that she was pleased to have some food for her pups.
This went on for two more weeks, then the pups opened their eyes. They looked at their mom, then at the world around them. The parents had raised new lives.
More coming soon.
