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Trot's ContestA sorrel wolf stood on the hill
Her fur ruffling; she watched over her pack at her own will
But sleep takes over in the fading light
She fights against, and faces the coming night
She is weary, and gives in soon
And does not hear, the howl to the moon
Her sister is bitter with grief
All because the tawny thief
Her pride is gone
Her sister, her leader alone
A question encompasses her mind
Which she said aloud, and against the freezing wind
"Will I ever know what makes an Alpha?"
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