This monologue is in the perspective of a wolf. This can be taken as either some hunter paranoia taken too far, au something more.
See that kilima in the distance? The one with lush, green forests, large herds and plenty of water.
Every night, I dream of running away over there. Those dreams, all too often, are forgotten through the violence.

Too often, pup, we end up getting into a fight. Sometimes its over food, land, mates. Other times, its over words.
You know who did this? Man. Man tore our pack apart. Man killed us for no reason.
If you’re a good, smart pup, you’ll stay away from them....