Post by ER Admin on Aug 27, 2007 10:22:32 GMT -5
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Years ago, scientists had decided to research further about the behavior of wolves. Handling them in a populated area however proved to be highly difficult. And so, after months of searching for a spot to begin their work the group of seven found a desolate island hundreds of miles off the coast of Kodiak Island, planted in the North Pacific ocean. Once there, the humans built a research facility and brought over six wolves from the mainland, three females and three males. For a time, everything went perfectly. A small, close knit pack was developed and two of the wolves reproduced.
After a few years, the scientists had more than plenty of research. They cold have ended the islands existence at any point, but they wanted more. And so they began bringing more and more wolves over from across the United States. This continued for over ten years, populating the Island and giving it a dominant species. One of these trips failed horribly though. Seeing as the scientists were aging and growing older, their bodies not capable of the things it once was, the humans planned one last trip to and from the mainland. And so, wanting to continue the legacy, each human told one trusted friend of what they had been doing for the last 17 years.
Eleven wolves were to be their final group, nine were tagged on their right ear and the other two were left untagged. The canines were placed into wooden crates and placed on the boat. Everything had been going perfectly, until the boat was caught in unforeseen waves. Almost immediately the boat capsized and the scientists were killed. The wolves however remained in their crates, floating in the frothy waters. Eventually they drifted to the island, meeting up with the natives their. The nine tagged wolves began to meander away from the natives, while the two untagged wolves joined the natives group. Each group had different ideas of the humans who had brought them there. The native wolves called themselves Kanson and believed the humans were good, considering they had provided them a “home away from home” and they had never done them any wrong. On the other hand, the tagged wolves, later calling themselves Sahar, thought the scientists were trouble and had only brought them here to torture and perform experiments on them.
For a time the two groups tolerated each other. However after a pup of the Native wolves’ was killed by one of the tagged wolves, the two groups split. No war has ever broken out between the wolves, and to this day they live together on the island, sharing the lands. Tensions grow whenever the new scientists come to the island. Native wolves are tolerant of them, but the tagged wolves will do anything possible to get them away. Once safely on the island, the scientists make quick work of rounding up and tagging the offspring of the Sahar Adults, careful to avoid the enraged adults.
Both sides have suffered heavy losses, though amazingly peace has reigned supreme for many years. But how long can this serenity last?
W're mending the pieces of a f r a c t u r e d hope
Years ago, scientists had decided to research further about the behavior of wolves. Handling them in a populated area however proved to be highly difficult. And so, after months of searching for a spot to begin their work the group of seven found a desolate island hundreds of miles off the coast of Kodiak Island, planted in the North Pacific ocean. Once there, the humans built a research facility and brought over six wolves from the mainland, three females and three males. For a time, everything went perfectly. A small, close knit pack was developed and two of the wolves reproduced.
After a few years, the scientists had more than plenty of research. They cold have ended the islands existence at any point, but they wanted more. And so they began bringing more and more wolves over from across the United States. This continued for over ten years, populating the Island and giving it a dominant species. One of these trips failed horribly though. Seeing as the scientists were aging and growing older, their bodies not capable of the things it once was, the humans planned one last trip to and from the mainland. And so, wanting to continue the legacy, each human told one trusted friend of what they had been doing for the last 17 years.
Eleven wolves were to be their final group, nine were tagged on their right ear and the other two were left untagged. The canines were placed into wooden crates and placed on the boat. Everything had been going perfectly, until the boat was caught in unforeseen waves. Almost immediately the boat capsized and the scientists were killed. The wolves however remained in their crates, floating in the frothy waters. Eventually they drifted to the island, meeting up with the natives their. The nine tagged wolves began to meander away from the natives, while the two untagged wolves joined the natives group. Each group had different ideas of the humans who had brought them there. The native wolves called themselves Kanson and believed the humans were good, considering they had provided them a “home away from home” and they had never done them any wrong. On the other hand, the tagged wolves, later calling themselves Sahar, thought the scientists were trouble and had only brought them here to torture and perform experiments on them.
For a time the two groups tolerated each other. However after a pup of the Native wolves’ was killed by one of the tagged wolves, the two groups split. No war has ever broken out between the wolves, and to this day they live together on the island, sharing the lands. Tensions grow whenever the new scientists come to the island. Native wolves are tolerant of them, but the tagged wolves will do anything possible to get them away. Once safely on the island, the scientists make quick work of rounding up and tagging the offspring of the Sahar Adults, careful to avoid the enraged adults.
Both sides have suffered heavy losses, though amazingly peace has reigned supreme for many years. But how long can this serenity last?
W're mending the pieces of a f r a c t u r e d hope