The wolf was running on three feet, but it showed no sign of weakening.

One gray wolf with little form and no head ran before the pack.

It was the sort of smile that wolves ran away from.

Just half a meter beneath her feet, the wolves were running by.

The wolf hesitated, then turned and ran for the forest.

Also, the wolf is not boiled to death but simply burns his behind and runs away.

A wolf in a green cap ran up to the old woman.

But the wolves ran up and started licking my face.

Another wolf ran in front of the truck, taunting them.

He lashed out with his club, but a third wolf ran forward.