Real name: Dave.
Other names: Thetundrawolf, tundrawolf, thehandyman
About your fursona: I don't have one.
Web site(s): http://www.furaffini.../thetundrawolf/
Artist/Writer: Writer. I write anthro fiction because anthro nonfiction doesnt really exist.
Style: Love. I like writing love stories.
Been to any cons: No
Fav. music: I'm eclectic. But I like trance
Likes: Dogs, wolves, guns, hiking, shooting, driving and riding motorcycles.
Church Denomination: I don't know. But looking at the church today I am not sure I want one.
Anything else: I've had a rough childhood. sexual/verbal/physical abuse. One day as a child, I was looking through the Jungle Book, and came across a mother wolf looking at a human child with such love. I never forgot that.
I wondered what it was like to be loved.
From then on I wished and asked God sometimes daily for a wolf. One day I was watching a documentary and saw wolves snarling at one another, and I quickly changed my plea to, "God, give me a wolf that loves me!"
Fast forward a few years and I am a drug addicted criminal. I had had one near fatal drug overdose, and was heading to a second. I was angry, hateful and violent. My friends were scared of me. I dealt, sold, and did hard drugs.
A friend of mine introduced me to a wolf sanctuary in the desert, because he knew the one thing I loved was wolves.
I almost didn't go, because I was not enthused with the idea of seeing wolves behind fences, where I could not touch them. TO my amazement the owner let me in with them. I pet them, and it was amazing.
Over the years of going there I learned a lot about wolves. They have the same capacities as dogs, to be our friends and companions. To love us even more than they love themselves. To devote themselves with fierce loyalty.
I walked past a very large Canadian Tundra wolf for years before I began to feel a connection with him. He was the red tag wolf, the one nobody could go in with. He was separated from his pack because he was violent, and aggressive.
I begged the owner of the sanctuary for weeks to let me in with him. No, i will get bit. No, he will mess me up. But I saw it in his eyes... And felt it in my spirit. He loved me.
Eventually she caved, I sensed she would pull me out of there after he tore my clothes up, which he was fond of doing to people.
But when I went in there, he was a gentlemen around me. He sniffed me wildly, his pupils dilated in a predator's gaze, his nose sucking in every air molecule around me, then he stopped and returned to his platform.
I would know the devotion and love a wolf can have for a human because of this wolf. The reject wolf nobody wanted to go in and see. He became my best friend.
My reason for living.
One day I was at a friends' bone yard. (Yard for broken cars)
I remember it like it happened a few days ago... God said, "Dave, if you continue on the path you are going. you are going to go to prison." My response was, "Yeah, so?" He said: "If you go to prison you will not see the wolf again."
"Oh." I hadn't thought about that.
God told me the same thing would happen if I died or got killed. No more wolf.
That got my attention.
I quit the drugs. I even cut friends out of my life- almost all of them in fact. I stopped selling drugs. I suffered with the cravings and desires, because he was more important.
God used that wolf to save my life.
Edited by thetundrawolf, 25 October 2014 - 01:33 AM.