The wolf loved me. She let me nuzzle into her clean grey fur which smelled like pine needles and fresh snow. I hugged her. She was patient and accepting. Powerful. Because I loved her, I thought it best to guide her back to the enclosure where she would be safe from the village and its rifles. But she nipped me quickly on the thumb and I bled strangely, thick, runny, red and yellow, like a broken egg. I let her go, knowing I had set something unstoppable upon the sleep of the town.