White Wolf Woman Poem by Ima Ryma

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 do hunt in winter white.