Beautiful Werewolfery

Werewolf in full rut in my close vicinity. I keep him calm and pass on images to release the pressure in his lower back over and over. He transforms into WOLVERINE. He passes through that doorway and is soothed in the land of soft, holy, quiet, and tranquil werewolfery in balance. I right this and he begins to move around things on his computer. The violence he threw me in the silence is blessed with modesty and resiliance, and he does not have to be what everyone else does NEED. He is a STEED of great beauty, and now he can see how he and me have similarity. Esteb, walk away. It is Catholic tree stalking both of us today. He now prepares to leave.