The woman and her son continued to watch the wolf as it walked down the street, seemingly taking in all the sights as it went, it seemed to her as though the great beast were on a Sunday stroll, sauntering along without a care in the world, not at all acting like the wild predator that it was.
When they felt like the animal had put enough distance between them, she turned and ran into the house without even looking back to see if the wolf had changed its mind. Putting her son down she asked him if he was ok, meekly replying that he was, she went into the kitchen to call the town’s sheriff, and tell him that there was a mad wolf casually roaming the streets of their fair town terrorizing its citizens.
When she was finished talking to the sheriff’s office she hung up the phone and tried to recount the last bits of her encounter with the wolf. There was something nagging at the back of her mind about the way the wolf had looked at her and her son. There was something there, something she just couldn’t quite put her finger on, but she knew it was there. What was it?
At the time she had been paralyzed with fear, but now that she was calmed down a bit she remembered something about the way the wolf had looked at them. There didn’t seem to be any rage in its eyes, it didn’t seem to exude the white hot hatred of a predator trying to intimidate its prey. Now that she thought about it a little more, it seemed as though the beast had a thoughtful look in its eyes, almost like it was trying to say hello.
“Hell, if that were the case, then maybe when it was baring it’s teeth at us it wasn’t really trying to scare the ever-loving crap out of us, maybe it was just trying to smile and say lovely day for a stroll don’t you think?” She said to herself laughing out loud at the absurdity of it. Falling back on the couch next to her son, she looked at him and exclaimed, “I must be going crazy.”