I see her — the wolf mother. I see her as I see myself. She stands, stoic; a look of fierceness in her eyes. She’s strong and beautiful; a blazon spirit, tender in heart. She has a keen sense about her. She knows right from wrong. But do not dare threaten the young she protects lest you fall into her snare. You then will find yourself pitted deep below the peel of the earth. She will unravel you, slowly without equivocation, sinking her teeth within the flesh of you, ripping you apart. All that could sustain her she spits back out again. For no trace of evil must enter in. She is to remain pure and undaunted. She is to right her wrongs. She is the wolf mother. She knows no other than to carry on.