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“Because monsters are real," she said. "And even the Wolf needs help sometimes.”
― Hannah F. Whitten, For the Wolf

“The oracle’s mirror
waiting for the earth to unveil her
The wolf’s howl over snow
The quiet place inside you �
the vast knowing of the soul”
― Tamara Rendell, Mystical Tides

“Stalked by wolves, eaten by witches, and trapped in a tower for over a decade. No one's life is a fairytale, or at least I would hope not!”
― Carolyn Watson Dubisch, The Curse

“Be gentle, Long Night
I don’t belong here.
Thrown to the wolves,
I shifted nocturnal.

Arced up,
surrendered to
the glowing drum
of the full moon,
hear my cry.”
― L.M. Browning, Drive Through the Night

“You sharpened my teeth into points,
And cursed when I sank them into your flesh.
By the time I realised I could stop biting,
I turned around to find I had nothing left.”
― Rachel Louise Finn, The Witch Had The Last Laugh After All

“You don't get the wolf by the tongue without reaching through it's teeth.”
― Pierce Brown, Dark Age

“Look at a dog on a leash. This monstrous, abject “petâ€� used to be a magnificent, powerful, proud wolf. Now it’s a joke. That’s what human interference with carnivorous nature achieves â€� the opposite of evolution, the removal of animals from vibrant nature to make them pathetic, enfeebled playthings and projections of human beings, with all their crazy neuroses and subjective mental traumas. The example of dogs should provide a horrific warning from history of how strong animals can be turned by humans into the most pathetic creatures.”
― David Sinclair, The Wolf Tamers: How They Made the Strong Weak

“The wolf is made he way the world is made. You cannot touch the world. You cannot hold it in your hand for it is made of breath only.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing

“You broke me,
but I am still wild.”
― L.M. Browning, Drive Through the Night

“...there was a pair of golden eyes shining from the brush adjacent to mine.

The forest went silent. The wind died. Even the snow paused.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“There are two wolves in every human.
A white wolf and a black wolf.
The white wolf is symbolic of all your good deeds, where-as the black wolf is symbolic of all your bad deeds.
I ask you then, which wolf wins the fight?
The wolf you choose to feed of course.
But beware for a hungry wolf is a ruthless wolf and will fight harder then they ever have before.
However on that 33rd fight, the wolf you refused to feed won't even be able to show up.”
― Joshua D Phillips

“I only know one place in the United States where 'natural' wolf death is the norm: Yellowstone National Park.”
― Emma Marris, Wild Souls: Freedom and Flourishing in the Non-Human World

“The more I wrote about wolf reintroduction, the more I began to feel uneasy about it. Bringing wolves back may have changed dynamics in some ecosystems, and it certainly made many people happy, but how happy were the wolves themselves? Because we were asking them to live in between human settlements and on the same lands as free-roaming herds of cattle, we were constantly trying to track them and modify their behavior. Some wolves were captured up to five times. And if they didn't follow our rules, we killed them”
― Emma Marris, Wild Souls: Freedom and Flourishing in the Non-Human World

“The Wolf. The single most productive engineer you’ll meet. You’ve heard of the 10x engineer, but I am here to tell you about the Wolf. They are engineers, and they consistently exhibit the following characteristics: They appear to exist outside of the well-defined process that we’ve defined to get things done, but they appear to suffer no consequences for not following these rules. Everyone knows they’re the Wolf, but no one ever calls them the Wolf. They have a manager, but no one really knows who it is. They have a lot of meetings, but none of them are scheduled. Inviting them to your meeting is a crap shoot. They understand how “the systemâ€� works, they understand how to use “the systemâ€� to their advantage, and they understand why “the systemâ€� exists, but they think “the systemâ€� is a bit of a joke. You can ask a Wolf to become a manager, but they’ll resist it. If you happen to convince them to do it, they will do a fine job, but they won’t stay in that role long. In fact, they’ll likely quit managing when you least expect it. Lastly, and most importantly, the Wolf generates disproportionate value for the company with their unparalleled ability to identify and rapidly work on projects essential to the future of the company.”
― Michael Lopp, Managing Humans: Biting and Humorous Tales of a Software Engineering Manager

“If you look at it a bit more deeply, ‘crying wolfâ€� is a cry for help that’s not about a wolf.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I am a lone wolf researcher, researching things the government prefers not to be researched!”
― Steven Magee

“Nature is not kind to those who do not stand up to it, my pup. To be in balance with this hostile world, one must find a way to fight with and against it.”
― Francesca McMahon, Home to the Wild

“You and your wolf could come help, you know.â€�
“One not coming back ain’t as bad as two or three, squirt.”
― L.P. Cowling, Zekel

“Skinwalker Supper by Stewart Stafford

Savage roaring in the night,
The pack's hierarchy shifts,
Listen close as the wolf yelps,
Are now a shaman's chant.

Lupine hymns to Luna Regina,
Breeding pairs and rogue males,
The shaman makes his potion,
In flickering campfire flames.

Smearing the odorous mixture,
Across his body in peyote trance,
The medicine man shapeshifts,
A skinwalker's nocturnal rampage.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The forest is alive. You are alive. Do not be afraid. You are here, and nothing will hurt you,â€� Ma sang.”
― Teng Rong, Brilliant White Peaks

“The thunder of the other riders loud in her ears, Claray didn't hesitate, but threw herself protectively to her knees in front of the wolf, her arms instinctively going around him, lest any of the men thought to attack the beautiful creature. Of course, the wolf thought this a fine game and promptly started licking the side of her face, her head and shoulder and anything he could reach, making happy little whining sounds of greeting as he did. At which point, Stubborn Bastard decided he wasn't to be left out and started to nibble and lick at the back of her head as well.”
― Lynsay Sands, Highland Wolf

“She'd then rushed to embrace the wolf as if he were a long-lost friend. And that's what the horse and wolf were acting like too. Both were licking at her like they were mother cats cleaning a kitten who'd returned after being missing. Conall had reined in at once, and had heard the other men catch up as he dismounted, but had then simply stood staring at his wife and the beasts until Roderick had joined him and spoke.
"I guess I win the bet," Roderick commented now, and when the words brought Conall's blank gaze back to him, he shrugged. "Hamish thought the next animal would be a dormouse or pine marten, Payton thought a wildcat, but I bet on a wolf." He grinned, something else he rarely did, and pointed out, "It's a wolf.”
― Lynsay Sands, Highland Wolf

“Without Claray blocking the view, he could see that the beast was a good six feet long, perhaps four or five inches short of three feet high at the shoulders, and looked like he weighed a good ten stone. He'd never seen a wolf so big. But it had some damned fine coloring, Its fur was a combination of gray and white with black on the tip of the tail and around the face and ears.
"I guess 'tis fitting," Roderick said suddenly.
"The name?" Conall asked with amazement, thinking there was no damned way he was calling the great beast Lovey.
"Nay. That she has a wolf," Roderick explained, and when he didn't comprehend right away added, "She married you, the Wolf, and she has one fer a pet. 'Tis fitting.”
― Lynsay Sands, Highland Wolf

“Lovey immediately straightened next to her, his ears pulling back as he squinted at him, and then going straight up when Conall continued forward. When he then bared his teeth and growled low in his throat, Claray tightened her fingers in the fur at the back of his neck in warning, then turned to bare her teeth and growl at the wolf in return.
Lovey didn't look happy, but he did relax a little. Though she noticed he stood a little taller, puffed out his chest and went back to squinting suspiciously at Conall too.
"Wife?"
Claray turned to him in question. "Aye, husband?"
"Ye just growled at the wolf," he pointed out.
"Aye," she agreed, and smiled at him. " 'Tis what he understands.”
― Lynsay Sands, Highland Wolf

“She wasn't surprised when Lovey gave up his spot under a tree where he'd been napping to rush to accompany her. Neither was she surprised to see Squeak sitting up on the base of his neck, his little paws clutching at the wolf's fur to keep his seat as he looked around like a little emperor. The stoat didn't like the jostling he suffered when Claray constantly bent over and straightened while weeding the gardens, and had taken to climbing out of her dress and scrambling over to climb onto Lovey to sleep while she worked. Much to her surprise, the wolf was tolerating it.”
― Lynsay Sands, Highland Wolf

“I have trouble thinkin' o' ye as Bryson," she admitted apologetically. "Ye seem more a Conall to me."
"Why?" he asked with interest as he moved a pawn on the board.
"Weeell." She drew out the word and then pointed out, "Conall means strong wolf."
"And ye like wolves," he teased.
Claray glanced to where Lovey was asleep on the bed next to them with Squeak curled up on his back, and smiled faintly. "Aye. I do." Turning back to him, she admitted, "But ye also do seem strong to me. And as a mercenary ye were known as the Wolf. So, it just seems to suit.”
― Lynsay Sands, Highland Wolf

“A sheep's idea of bravery : to become a wolf's pet.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

“A regular sheep would rather choose a wolf in a sheep's clothing over sheep that tells the truth. A lie suits better one's self-deceit.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, Yet Another New Land

“If he was a faerie, I should already be running.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“One shot- one shot straight through that golden eye.

A plume of blood splattering the snow, a thud of a heavy body, a sigh of wind. No.

It wasn't a wolf that hit the snow- no, it was a man, tall, and well formed. No- not a man. A High Fae, with those pointed ears.

I blinked, and then- then my hands were warm and sticky with blood, then his body was red and skinless, steaming in the cold, and it was his skin- his skin- that I held in my hands, and-”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses