My legs are getting weak chasing you. The snow fields wouldn't seem so big if you knew that this blood on my teeth... it is far beyond dry.
And, I've captured you once, but I wasn't quite right.
So, I'm telling you that you'll be safe with me.
My claws are dull now so don't be afraid. I could keep you warm as long as you can just try to be brave.
Yes, I know I'm a wolf, and I've been known to bite, but the rest of my pack... I have left them behind.
And, my teeth may be sharp, and I've been raised to kill, but the thought of fresh meat... it is making me ill.
So, I'm telling you that you'll be safe with me.
Please stop looking the other way. It's cold out there. So, why not stay here under my tail?