I know these plants don’t affect me, but centuries of conditioning are hard to overcome. Legends exist because people believe in them. I take deep breaths and recentre my focus with a mantra.
My fur is the fractal.
My howl is the foghorn.
I’m the ferocious beast.
The imperfect isosceles.
Digging came easily. All she needs is time.
Humans have come for my territory before, but I didn’t expect them to target my weakness.
I want to shred some necks.
My steps falter as I form my attack strategy, heart threatening to leap out of my rib cage.
Wolf’s bane.