It was a horrid night. There was a cold breeze out in the night. Me and my sister, Veronica, were home alone. There were no sounds but the lone coyote. You could hear the howl of a wolf followed by 3 other howls. That means there was going to be a war. Me and my sister were sleeping in while the wolves and the coyote strike at each other. Something in the distance not a growl, not a howl, but a giant big RAWR. The coyote ran and the wolves marched while me and my sister were on the porch.
We were too young to know how to call the police or even use a phone so we waited and waited for the war to be done. Of course, the fearless wolves won and marched one by one at our porch. My sister told me to head downstairs and to lock the basement while she yells for help. She was calling for help but it was too late because, the wolves were hungry and angry. She does whatever she could to keep them away from the basement but there were too many and she screamed one more time for help then *BOOM* a gunshot scaring them away. this shows how her only objective is to keep me safe forever.