He waits.
      He feels caged,but continues to digest the Key.




He seems soft enough.
            Sometime ago he lost his sanity.

                          In captivity,a son may kill his father.
       I know he blames himself for the death.




When I am dominent,he rolls in vulerability on his back.
        Crying       Whimpering     Begging.
The posture of this is unforgettable.
              Exposed abdomen and throat hint
                       "Okay,I'm all yours. Hold me."




I have never seen him snarl
or pull his lips over his incisors in anger.
I have seen the flattening of the ears
The tucked tail in fear.
In opposition,I have seen the dance and bow of playfulness.




The wounded wolf is killed by his own.
    Thus he has skulked away in the night.
Seeking to be lone.
           In truth he seeks a second.




It is said in accordance of the Pawnee
        The Wolf is the first creature to ever experience death.