Man if you ever get the chance to see a wolf irl take it! At first you think it’s a husky, but as it comes out of the woods into the clearing you can see it’s the size of it, the size of the jaw. Built for snapping tibias. A predator’s gaze falls upon you. And you and you realize it’s definitely not a dog. All those half remembered, ancient tales of wolves suddenly being made truth. Whom will be hunter, and who will be hunted. You crouch and grasp at the forest floor. A rock, a stick, anything. It turns to go and so do you, realizing too late it’s buddy was in the woods to your back. It stops, looks over it’s shoulder once more, and asks for about tree fiddy.