sometimes i wonder these days whether i still truly identify as a wolf or not.
i know i used to be. that’s ALL i used to be; a wolf through and through, a wild animal ever since i was born. and i knew that as a kid, as a teenager. i took pride in being a wild wolf.
but these days, despite the fact that i identify as both a dog and a wolf, i cant picture myself as anything but a domesticated dog. i cant picture myself without an owner, without being a pet, without a home and safety and comfort. i’m not wild anymore, not really.
but i still hold onto that part of me who knew she was wholly, truly a wolf. and even though now i feel completely dog, completely docile, i think fondly and affectionately about my wolfhood. even if i don’t feel it most of the time these days.
i’m still a wolf. but only because i know i used to be. and i know there are terms now for a ‘type that you used to identify as, but don’t anymore. and i do use the term “wolfborn” (as in, otherborn) to refer to my wolfhood as different from my doghood. yet i will still call myself a wolf therian, because it meant so much to me for so long. even if it feels different now, like i’m turning in my wildness in exchange for a cozy dog bed and a pat on the head.
i’m still a wolf. even if it’s dormant.
















