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.
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