Wolf Taming by Creana Bosac

At the edge of the clearing, the wolf growls low, drawn in by meat but ready for flight. The man at the fire is not afraid; is protected by flames. The wolf growls again, softly now, dips his chest earthward, skimming long grass with coarse fur. His eyes are hypnotic, fixed hard on the man. 

“Outta here.” The man’s voice is harsh, but he throws a scrap. Easier than hunting, the wolf knows. 

I look at my dog, with the gleam of wolf still in his eyes. He whimpers and stares at me appealingly. Strategically. I hand over another treat.

Published in Issue #24

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