"one might reasonably view man's entire development and creation of civilization as a process of fortifying against wolves"

Further evidence in the ever-swelling file of reasons to both loathe the state and a good portion of those who themselves loathe the state, albeit from "the other side."

Moreover:

In early November, Sen. Max Baucus, a Montana Democrat, made his own political contribution. Thrilled at the testing of a drone aircraft manufactured in Montana, Baucus declared: "Our troops rely on this type of technology every day, and there is an enormous future potential in border security, agriculture and wildlife and predator management." A manufacturer's representative claimed his company's drone "can tell the difference between a wolf and a coyote." Pilotless drone aircraft used by the CIA and the Air Force to target and kill alleged terrorists now appear to be real options to track and kill "enemy" wolves.

A world more and more commonly knit by the cross-purposed use of murderous technics and all the absurd transpositions it brings about: wolves as terrorists, terrorists as wolves.  Property is a sheep.  Coyote citizens and lupine gangs.  In that vile thought - a drone can tell the difference between a coyote and a wolf - we hear the real thought, the one carefully not spoken, booming in the heads of those who see "an enormous future potential": so you're telling me it can tell the difference between civilians and rioters?  Better yet, it can tell the difference between white and not-white, can't it?

Wolves Were Thick In Staging Days

They live half-dead from hunger, just a bunch of desperate losers. Why? They've no free lunch, No real security. There, all live by the knife.

Le Loup déjà se forge une félicité
Qui le fait pleurer de tendresse.
Chemin faisant, il vit le col du Chien pelé.
"Qu'est-ce là ? lui dit-il. - Rien. - Quoi ? rien ? - Peu de chose.
- Mais encor ? - Le collier dont je suis attaché
De ce que vous voyez est peut-être la cause.
- Attaché ? dit le Loup : vous ne courez donc pas
Où vous voulez ? - Pas toujours ; mais qu'importe ?
- Il importe si bien, que de tous vos repas
Je ne veux en aucune sorte,
Et ne voudrais pas même à ce prix un trésor. "
Cela dit, maître Loup s'enfuit, et court encor.

Just none of the guys

 "A creature like Chewbacca in the space opera Star Wars is just one of the guys, though a creature gotten up in the same wolf outfit, in a film like The Howling, would be regarded with utter revulsion by the human characters in that fiction."

(Noël Carroll, The Philosophy of Horror, or Paradoxes of the Heart)

The prospect, therefore, of mapping the base moves, capacity to get weird, and subcutaneous tendencies of every genre via a demand that at least one character be "gotten up in the same wolf outfit."

For instance,
How to Lose a Guy In 10 Days
Battle of Algiers 
Shanghai Express


Through all drifts the wet matted reek of an overused fur suit.  Freeze frames to see which nostrils flare.

Chichester, Nosferatu saints, accidental tombstone incest erotica, and a lycan etching on the tube

If you skin a wolf (Living mammals, gnawing mammals)

 

though it can chew very rotten meat and / newly born animals.  It is nowhere common.

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If you skin a wolf,  coyote and a domestic dog, you / would be hard put to it to identify any one of them / even if you were an anatomist. 

Confusion arises / from the fact that dogs in the wide sense of that term / have gone and head and developed what we may call / "nations" without changing in appearance very much.

To add to their charm, these little creatures make pa- / thetic whimpering noises when alarmed.

 

When seen alive its proportions are hardly / believable and must surely have been developed for / getting through or between things

and we would like to know more about it.

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all forms of unpleasant hangers-on - a result of their / habit of following the large cats, making a special noise / when doing so, and then eating up most of the feast as / soon as the cat's back is turned.

for their appalling call which, in the case / of the Indian race is said to be "Dead Hindoo . . . / where, where, where?"

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They will all interbreed with do- / mestic dogs, other jackals, or even wolves

 

there is a colossal mix-up of doggy creatures.

 

Hopping, gnawing, scheming

it is necessary to take a deep breath, metaphori- / cally, speaking, for this is the largest order

Time of the Russian Wolf

Wolfen gets remade in Russia, albeit with real events and CCTV footage.



The full-bore pack.  Taking the lanes, terrifying cops (and upsetting the procedure of law: one wonders whether or not he wrote the ticket he was going to after this) yet with an utter indifference to them as they barrel down the freeway right past the car.

On their way to take the city, or loping through its parking lots, helping themselves to the bought goods dropped at the sight of the mangy crew.  If  the metropolis broadens its circuits, and the city is no longer a city, then so too the woods broaden right back, blurred zones and charging along its paved surfaces, ready to swallow those who try to record the new breadth and its panting breaths.

The our of the wolf

Three Little Pigs analogy way to the side and irrelevant, I am the wolf to IT's pig, insofar as all things related to said creature gets me excited. This is nothing new, nothing bound to an airbrush t-shirt moon wolfspirit dreamcatcher. Goes back, back, back to my childhood. I was more of the t-shirt above, made by a small eco/zoological clothing company in Maine, which I owned as a kid. Calendars, posters, Nature Conservancy cassettes of Native American flute mixed with sounds of wolves. Aside from a deep tactile love of large canines, it is the tension between being a pack animal - working together to take down a beast too large for any single wolf to kill - and the stoic snowscape crossing with dead stare that drew me in from day one.

Hence why I like being sent things like this, from IT:


Mark Dion's Mobile Wilderness Unit - Wolf (2006). Keep 'em coming. All things hungry and circling.