#wolves

Are you scared of going in to see the raghnaid [the council]?” asked a gray female pup. “Are you cag mag [crazy]? If a bear was his Milk Giver, you think he’s scared of the raghnaid? ↗

— Kathryn Lasky

#funny #motherhood #wolves #funny

I'm some sort of guinea pig in a home economics crash course for werewolves. ↗

— Kat Kruger

#werewolves #home

No, we’re talking Brad and Johnny need to bow down and recognize,” Jacque answered. (about fane) ↗

— Quinn Loftis

#prince-of-wolves #wolves #humor

You weren't afraid of me when I was Wolf," he said. "Why are you afraid of Nathan?" "He's got big feet!" "What?" An insulted-sounding arrroooo came from the other side of the door, a reminder that Wolves also had big ears. ↗

— Anne Bishop

#insults #wolves #humor

Listen carefully, Lucas Steele, because I will only say this once. I am NOT your mate, I will never be your mate, and if you ever put your hands on me again I will cut them off along with other body parts you might want to use one day. Got it?" Jacque told him with as much force as she could put behind her words. ↗

— Quinn Loftis

#humorous #jacque #prince-of-wolves #warewolves #humor

Pacifists are like sheep who believe that wolves are vegetarians. ↗

— Yves Montand

#like #pacifists #sheep #vegetarians #who

Now, I was a fan of the simple pleasures in life: grilled cheese sandwiches without black flecks on the crust, jeans that didn't pinch the better parts of me, an inch of vodka, ten to twelve hours of sleep. - Cole St Clair, Forever. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#humor #wolves-of-mercy-falls #humor

And this is what happened, ands this is why the caribou and the wolf are one; for the caribou feeds the wolf, but it is the wolf that keeps the caribou strong. ↗

— Farley Mowat

#wild-life #wilderness #wolves #life

We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are. ↗

— Anthony Marra

#existance #humanity #life #self #wolves

Until she walked into my life I was simply a violin of rusted notes. In one night she rearranged the mess inside me, exposing the symphony was there all along it just needed a conductor to make my pulse compose to the harmonies of her celestial touch. Those notes are strung up neatly now, the five lines of the stave crammed with adulation, filling sheets, unleashing a sonata of adoration, drumming my heart and strumming my veins. ↗

— Poppet

#vampire-romance #life