"Now this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky, And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back; For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack."
𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑝 𝑟𝑢𝑠𝘩 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝘩𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠𝘩 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠. 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟. 𝑆𝘩𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐𝘩 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝑆𝘩𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠, 𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝑆𝘩𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑐𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡.
𝐴𝑠 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑜, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝑇𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩 𝘩𝑖𝑡𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑖𝑚, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑦. 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑠, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑧𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦. "𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑡," 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝, 𝘩𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟; 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑢𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟. 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤-𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠. 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑒'𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙.
"𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦..." 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒. 𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝘩𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑟. 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑤𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑒𝑘.
"𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔?" 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒. 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑝𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑡, 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡𝘩.
"𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛," 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝘩𝑒'𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛.
"𝑌𝑒𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝑇𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔," 𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘, 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑟. 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑖𝑚. 𝐻𝑒'𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑. 𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑.
"𝑇𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑀𝑜𝑤𝑔𝑙𝑖. 𝐼 𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑜𝑚," 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑎𝑡. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑛𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡.
"𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑑."
Commissions
(I'm currently on the hunt for any style or artist to maybe do commissions for my dog, Mowgli. Who as you can tell, is littered all over this profile :)
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