It was a cold, windy, evening in the middle of June. Slarf and Beepis were in the middle of a hunt, staring thier prey down side by side while hidden behind a large boulder. Everything was going well, the two wolves had a perfect view of the deer herd they were about to hunt, when suddenly..Rolf, the youngest and least smart of the three wolves, jumped up and placed his paws + head into of both Slarf and Beepis’ heads. This made Slarf and Beepis’ ears flatten in front of thier eyes, blocking both thier visions and causing them to lose sight of the deer herd

“What’re we lookin’ at?…”

Rolf whispered to Slarf