Russel finally shook off the last remnants of the wolf, casting it off himself like a dog shaking off water. All those primal, instinctual urges to run through the forest and kill anything he came across were the hardest things to get rid of and were stubbornly refusing to be pushed away. In the end, he managed it but a part of him felt a longing to be free again. It was addictive, that state of being. So alluring and so easy. It would be simple to throw away all the burdens his humanity ...