Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 White Wolf Woman

A plane crash killed my family.

I was only one left alive.

The white wolves came and rescued me.

With them through years I would survive.

The White Wolf Woman I was named

As told to me by humans who

Became some bounties which we claimed

In daily hunts we would pursue.

High in the mountains we do dwell.

There's cold and snow most of the time.

As hunters we do very well.

For us killing's never a crime.

No doubt we are an awesome sight

As we all hunt in winter white.