The wolf looked up at the women, feeling itself getting tired, it rested beneath the blankets. Only to find itself drawn to the hunt, it struggled free of the blanket and went up stairs, waiting by the door, it wanted so badly to hunt, to feel fresh meat in between its claws. It wanted so badly to feel the rush of the wind during the hunt of a wolf, it wanted so badly to have the scent of fresh blood in its nostrils, it was an animal not a lap dog, not a pet to keep at your leaser, it was a wolf in its mind, and a wolf no less.