What is a deer to a wolf? I ask myself. Your primal urges do not wash over me. They sink into me like teeth I cannot see. On my neck, my legs, my shoulders–all over my body covering me in bloody bite marks. Clawing deep scratches into my skin, trying to reach my soul. The deer is social and nimble. The wolf is wild and hungry. Stalking. Hunting. Usually getting what it wants. You stalked. You decided I was your prey and now your desperate to sink your teeth into any part that you can get to first. You will latch on and you will not let go. Drinking from me like a leech till you have your fill. Growling while you feed on my flesh.
