I've trekked many a day,
In search of new fare.
The other creatures turn away,
But my pack,
They're always there.
The other creatures seem to think,
That they are my prey.
They don't understand,
They are actually my support.
Those in my band,
They always stay,
They stick around,
As I head back to them,
With my report.
I yell for my mates,
I hear no response.
I howl and yowl.
I must move on,
I do with nonchalance.