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Hungry was the wolf, and I did not beg for my life.
Nor did I cry, nor did I kneel.
I was consumed on my feet, as was my mother before me.
Hours ago I did not think I would be here.
Ripped apart and lying... dissolving.
If I was a fiercer fighter.
Not a weakling with small arms.
I may have had a chance.
I may have been the one, doing the eating...