Confession to a wolfMore Like This
My dearest wolf, how delightful it is to meet you. You think you overtook me by surprise? No, you are quite mistaken. I've been longing for you. Day after day I've been watching the paths you took, the territories in which you hunted, the rivers from which you drank. Why the weird look, wolf? I am merely a girl, you caught my scent. And forgive me for smelling like a fox - our paths keep crossing each other; I am cutting the tail of vulpes vulpes with silver scissors and it keeps growing back and this madman keeps stepping on the same rake. Not my fault, now, is it. I know - you can't run with the foxes and yet hunt with the wolf. But you will make an exception for me, won't you?
You look gaunt, my dearest wolf. You are running with chain snippets asphyxiating your neck - did someone try to tame you? Dupes. Come, let me take that old collar off your fine neck. Ah, stop looking at me in such a distrustful manner. We know