The wolves are people within us. They scratch and they claw, until they cannot do so anymore. We hear them in our hearts as we are born, we cry animistically in retort.
Those wolves we were born with morph into other creatures, growing alongside our souls. Some grow into lions, bringing dominance and bravery into their character. Whereas others grow into butterflies, meek but powerful - causing a butterfly effect as they flutter by.
Ethan remained the same - unchanging. It comforted me. But it scared me to learn of my changes. For now, I am a lynx.
A solitary creature.
A/N: This was previously cut in half by accident. I changed it from the original so it doesn't carry the 'power' of my ramblings (stream of consciousness writing).
