On my first hunting trip with my father, I cane face to face with a wolf. I was terrified except for the feeling in my chest that pulled me off to the right. Another wolf leapt out from there, striking its packmate aside. She saved me then turned her growl on me. She meant to devour me, souls and all: she leapt on me and we fought so hard my heart nearly burst. I didn’t want to die that day and she was fierce even in defeat. Now I have her marked on my hip and I’m never afraid to bare my teeth.