I am a dog. I am a wolf.

I wasn't made for city life. I wasn't made for living among the herds of grazers. I can either live alone, or in a small pack I would respect and love.

I am not used to crying for the mercy of others. If only left alone, I can take care of myself. I do not need your mercy and pity, as it is you who are at mercy, and pitied. I do not need your help, and if I should, I will ask for it directly and with no self-loathing.

I may act domesticated, and indeed, as it means nothing more than forcing a wild animal into obeying rules that are alien to it, domesticated I am. But that does not mean those rules are inbred into my system, but rather they are a warm and fluffy coat I wear as not to be overrun by sheep.

I'am not one of you, but I am one of us.