Vilk not know — no. I. Vilk I is. I not know why Vilk write this. Who will read? Short friend — dwarf he call him — dwarf friend used to make Vilk write for he. He read what Vilk write and fix, same like he fix Vilk. No! Like he fix I, no, my wounds. But dwarf friend gone. Dead! Same like Vilk pack. Mother. Sire. Many brothers. Many sisters. All hunters. But all dead. Dedd. Dead. Only one one not dead Vilk heself. Vilk never die! I never die! Survivor, I!
Miss time before running away. Time with pack. That time, running for play. For hunt. Vilk biggest fastest. Smartest, after Mother. Time with pack happiest that time. All change when little human girl wander into trees. Pack always want to eat humans. But Vilk— I! I see pink girl and I think nice. Try scare her. Make little pinky scare back to town. Next other humans hear. Come running! Don’t catch Vilk but follow I. Follow back to pack. All ded. All dead but I.
Maybe Vilk better die. Think many times, Vilk better die. But dwarf friend save I. Vilk want dwarf friend be new pack. Want protect! Vilk stronger, fiercer, every time! But something can no see hurt friend. Coff coff, hack hack, every time. Sleep bad long time. Next, sleep and never never get up. Cold cold cold. Then Vilk alone. Wanderer. Wander into humans. They chase I agen! Again! Agin! Vilk run, but sometimes fight. When fight, win! Now Vilk have new friends. New pack — Hunters like old pack! But not like old pack because run on two legs. Mostly. Now Vilk I never run never.