Wolf Retreat

I didn't feel it when the wolf peed on my leg. Wolf-woman Susan scolded Dakota "How rude!" and the wolf trotted off. She assured me, "No. Really. Being peed on signifies you are part of the pack."
"Yeah. Right. His bitch." I looked down at my cargo pants, now slick with piss.
Tanya Anna Annette Moonquest Spirit Littlewolf (She is half Cherokee / Half Sicilian) hobbled over to a different wolf and liad down next to him. "He's my spirit healer" The wolf blinked. And then yawned. Then rolled over onto the his side and went to sleep.
Susan reached for my new camera. She took it from me after I had just taken the first few pictures -- I just got the camera for Christmas. "Ooo! This is nice!" she cooed. Click. Click. Click-click-click. I think my head is in a couple of them, but most of the 137 other photos are of the same wolf blinking and staring off into space.

Here are a few pics:

Phil with wolf

Me and Marty with Dakota.

Wolf howling.