You cannot escape that you are a woman,” she began.
“I wish I could,” Firekeeper muttered, but Elise continued as if she hadn’t heard.
“Since you cannot, you cannot escape the expectations that our society and our class places upon women.”
“Why?” Firekeeper said querulously.
“...Consider,” she offered, “what you told me about learning to see at night so that you could hunt with the wolves. Learning to wear a gown, to walk gracefully, to eat politely…”
“I do that!”
“You’re learning,” Elise admitted, “but don’t change the subject. All of these are ways of learning to see in the dark.”
“Maybe,” Firekeeper said, her tone unconvinced.
“Can you climb a tree?”
“Yes.”
“Swim?”
“Yes!” This second affirmative was almost indignant.
“And these skills let you go places that you could not go without them.”
Stubborn silence. Elise pressed her point.
“Why do you like knowing how to shoot a bow?”
“It lets me kill farther,” came the answer, almost in a growl.
“And using a sword does the same?”
“Yes.”
“Let me tell you, Firekeeper, knowing a woman’s arts can keep you alive, let you invade private sanctums, even help you to subdue your enemies. If you don’t know those arts, others who do will always have an advantage over you.”
“All this from wearing a gown that tangles your feet?
Tags: manners human-society wolf female-roles
The birthing wolf,
Her heart fed with tenderness,
Gave forth from ripe brown nipples,
Food to feed the universe.
Tags: satire poem birth satirical wolf roman payne roman-payne hope-and-despair
He burst into the house and ate Grandma, an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself.
James Finn GarnerTags: humour satire wolf fairytales politically-correct red-riding-hood
The wolf was sick, he vowed a monk to be - But when he got well, a wolf once more was he
Walter BowerTags: change sickness wolf sick same-thing
Jiminy," says the old woman. The mothballs gleam with excitement and she claps her hands. "A wolf!"
"Gram!" Siobhan glares across the room. She turns to me. "You'll have to excuse her. She's real old. Wasn't a lot integrating between the species back in her day."
I pad over and put out a paw. "Pleased to meet you, madam."
She blushes, the varicose veins in her cheeks swelling with blood. Instead of taking my paw to shake, however, she turns it over as if it's a piece of bruised fruit in a market. "Hmmm..." She pores over my palm, nodding like a fortune-teller. Her spectacles slide comically down the bridge of her nose, and when she looks up at me, her face is full of mock astonishment. "Oh, my! What big teeth you have!" She giggles and kicks her slippered feet.
"Gram!!
The old elf claps her tiny hands. "I always wanted to say that!
Tags: humor wolf little-red-riding-hood
One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.
Angela CarterTags: wolves wolf company-of-wolves
Before he can become a wolf, the lycanthrope strips naked. If you spy a naked man among the pines, you must run as if the Devil were after you.
Angela CarterTags: wolves wolf company-of-wolves
Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.
Angela CarterTags: wolves wolf the-company-of-wolves
They say there's an ointment the Devil gives you that turns you into a wolf the minute you rub it on.
Angela CarterTags: wolves wolf company-of-wolves
My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.
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