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“He鈥檚 not a rough diamond - a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic; he鈥檚 a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.”
― Emily Bront毛, Wuthering Heights

“I鈥檒l tell you all about it, but let鈥檚 eat first. I鈥檝e had nothing to eat. Although I was offered some raw squirrel. Canned pudding, that鈥檚 what I want. I鈥檝e been dreaming about it.鈥�
She hauled out a can and feverishly worked the can opener. She didn鈥檛 wait for a dish or spoon, but thrust her hand in and scooped some into her mouth. Then she stood transfixed, overwhelmed by the wonderful sweetness of it.
She was crying when she said, 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry, I鈥檝e forgotten how to be polite. I鈥檒l get you guys your own can.鈥�
Sam hobbled over and scooped some pudding of his own, following her lead. 鈥淚鈥檓 way past polite myself,鈥� he said, although she could see he was a little appalled by her wolfish behavior. She decided then that she liked him.”
― Michael Grant

“Vane strolled in. The smile on his face, curving those fascinating lips, was more than enough to make Patience inwardly swear that she would not, not for anything, give him the pleasure of knowing how flustered she felt. "What's the time?" Nonchalance laced her tones.
"Lunchtime," replied the wolf.
Feeling very like Red Riding Hood, Patience smothered a feigned yawn, then held up her arms and waved him closer. "You may carry me down then."
Vane's smile deepened. With elegant ease, he lifted her into his arms.”
― Stephanie Laurens, A Rake's Vow

“Zachariah's eyes were described as being of the deepest blue. Yet were a person to shine a light at him tonight, straight into his eyes, he would perceive them to be coloured amber, almost gold. He would perceive a wolfish glow.”
― Emma Richler, Be My Wolff