"The worlds made up of a few types of people. There are people like her, there are people like you, there are people like me. She is the Sheep, the docile majority who don't fight, the vulnerable who get eaten by wolves. Then there's you."
"Then there's me!" He smiled
"A wolf. A taker, a destroyer, a devourer, a predator. An animal with fangs and claws that takes what they want, when they want. The eater of sheep. Then there's me."
"Don't tell me. Are you a wolf in sheep's clothing?" He asked rhetorically.
"No. I'm the shepherd walking out to my field, rifle in hand, aiming down at the wolf. Ready to kill."
