Look, look upon the Beauty that is the Wolf. Smell the pheromones that chemical substance released into the environment. We all know what affect it has on you. How you would like to Kiss those sweet nails as they affect your very behavior. The physiology that is at play here weakening those and others of your species. Hear the Nails as they Click and Tap away like a metronome. You have no chance to get away. You have become a reputable slave, an animal. The hunt was on but you could not run, could not hide and now it is too late. You are lost, taken over. You must, you have to give in. You are swapped away like a helpless puppy clinched in the jaws of the Wolf. Listen and plead for one more look, one more note of the symphony of the drumming of the nails, music that sings to your very core, down to your roots, down deep inside you, warm, hot, satisfying. You are complete but still you crave more...