Most wild animals don't like being touched.
You look at me quizzically,
Before reaching closer.
That's what I am.
An animal.
You may not think so,
But it's true.
An amused smile crosses your lips.
Oh, if you only knew the danger you were in.
One thing about wolves.
We like to bite.
Your eyes go a little wider, you grin,
And tuck your hair behind your ear.
Daring me to.
That's okay
You say.
Do it.
And I lose control.
It's more of a tender bite.
You inhale.
That's weird.
I think.
Usually when I bite, something dies.
A soft laugh.
*But I like it