Off in the distance, the barks and calls of the wolves could be heard. He wondered if they'd caught an errant roadie. His imagination was - if anything - quite vivid. "It does, and it's true. They don't understand me, but I half wonder if they'd want to, even if they could." He finished his oatmeal and set the bowl aside on the bench. He slid his fingers through his hair and shook it out of the ponytail, still playing out the scenario of the wolves and a roadie in his mind.