Another awful wolfs story.It's the inner growl that keeps me alive. I feel it in my chest.I want to dream forever, because in this world, build up by those wonderful feelings and beings, I feel so free, I feel so save. It is my home.At no point of time I could describe this touching emotions in my heart.It is so ticklish, when you walk upon fir needles.It is so wonderful to breathe the clean air of a forest in fallinstead of those smelly shit humans produce.It is satisfying to hunt and kill to survive, not for the ugly thing called pleasure.It feels so good to be embraced by those of your own species - to feel the muzzle of your pack in your face.You don't need names to tell your beloved ones apart.It is only about smell, the way they walk, they way they growl.I am the wolf, nothing more.I am the wolf, nothing less.And suddenly I'm back on earth, a planet abused so much. The dream is over, I can never go back. But in my memories, it will live forever.