A princess stands in the middle of a cornfield, waiting for her knight. The sun kisses her dark hair. no matter where he is, her knight will come to her side. The knight is bright in his burnished armour. Everyone sees them and loves them.
But I cannot be a princess. I am a wolf. I prowl in the darkness. I have walked the mountains where the winds howl and the cold stone offers no comfort. I have seen the winter snow and the graceful deer and the burning of men's fires.