Infatuated

My favourite animal was always the wolf. Such beautiful creatures, the way they moved, the way they hunted. It all fascinated me. But getting too close to a wolf can be dangerous, especially when all they see in front of them is prey. If a wolf were to turn on you, your natural instinct would be to run. That’s what most people do. But sometimes they’re not fast enough. They run as fast as their legs can take them. But the wolf catches them. Cowering beneath this beautiful killer it feels no emotion. Hunger building up inside of it, it feels no sympathy for its victim.

But two wolves turning against each other; it’s a fight to the death. There’s no certain outcome of which will leave victorious with the blood of the other strewn across its fur. A vast minority of people witness two wolves battling each other in such an aggressive manner. And only a few of these people will be so horrified by what they witness that they throw them self between the two wolves. And only one of these people will ever know what it feels like to fall in love with a wolf. That person is me.