My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in. You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl 🌙
In the spirit of ancient festival of Lupercalia & this blessed time of year where all the woodland animals have began to roam/breed this wolf finds himself pondering over how much he would delight in sinking his teeth into the flesh of a bunny boy & eating him~ in some form or another~ 🐇🖤













