“I saw it in a clearing and felt my heartstrings plucked by the hand of God himself,” said local hunter Thomas Belfry, donning his newly purchased cardigan. “It was just so… gentle? Kind? Reminiscent of the time when I was five and saw the light in my mother’s eyes like the holy flame, blinking only to keep the light in?”

“I really wanted to just catch some game with the boys, y’know? Shoot some shit dead,” continued Belfry, blinking back tears and gazing into the distance. “But it was just so… peaceful. Like all that was unjust and unbearable in the world had faded, and it was just me and this gentle reminder of all that can be on this little rock of ours.”

At press time, a lone wolf was so independent.