The wolf does not touch the dead β not man, not beast β its honor stands above hunger.
It loves only once, for life; never crossing bloodlines, never betraying.
If its mate dies, it chooses solitude over replacement.
It knows its young, and when its parents grow frail with age, it returns β bringing food, bringing loyalty.
When you kill a wolf, it holds your gaze β no fear, no hatred β until its soul slips away.
Smarter than the cleverest dog by far, yet it cannot be tamed; no leash, no whip can command its spirit.
They say the wolf is the villain β But sometimes, what they call evilβ¦ is simply misunderstood.