The part of me I call the howling wolf has been active lately. He is stalking the unknown and clamours for its blood. He does not want to kill it; it is beautiful to him. But he cannot help himself. Killing things is his nature. Even as he stands above its carcass he howls in mourning, even as he rips its tender meat from supple bones his eyes
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