*Lupo*
I don't want her giving me gifts. I especially don't want her to know how touched I am by the wolf. Or how unsettled I am that she knew such an item was perfect for me. Few know about the wolf on my back, even fewer know the reasons I changed my name to Lupo.
She makes me feel vulnerable, exposed. And I was stupid enough to tell her about the black eye she acquired when she tried to get Faye's cat out of a tree. And Dotty's mutt of a dog that always bared its teeth at me, as though it were charged with protecting her from all things male.
I forgot those stories about her, but now I view them slightly differently. Did she rescue the dog from a man who beat him? She bravely went up to get Faye's cat, just as she braved a brute of a man today to stop him from taking a whip to a hors
