From my tumblr in the wee hours of the morning:
Okay, this is a very sweet picture, but the warped side of me, the part that allots human traits to anything and everything, just had this imagined conversation within the mind of the wolf that looks so distressed:
“Oh. She’s snuggling. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Did she find out about the tree marking? No, no . . . she was asleep. Couldn’t possibly . . . Then what? Maybe she loves me. Is that what this is? But I’m not ready for a commitment, don’t even have my own pack. Too much pressure. What to do . . . what to do . . .
It’s after 3 a.m. My mind is seriously warped.