Fine line black and grey geometric wolf tattoo walking across the upper arm, built from overlapping circles and straight construction lines.

Geometric wolf on upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A wolf in mid-stride faces right, drawn with fine black linework and built from overlapping circles and straight construction lines. The circles mark the body and joints, and small dots sit at their centres. The tattoo is shown in black ink on pale skin against a dark background, with the subject filling the middle of the frame.

Fine line Geometric Upper arm Wolf Circle Line Animal Geometric shape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The chart was spread across the saloon table when Ardle first drew the wolf on it, and the captain told him to stop wasting good paper. We were eleven weeks out from Valparaíso with the sea gone flat and pewter-coloured, and the only land within reach was a reef the Admiralty book placed somewhere off our larboard bow and our own chart declined to mention. Ardle had been the ship's draughtsman since Cape Horn. He held his dividers like a man holding a grudge and went on drawing.

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He built the animal from circles, each one swung from a fixed point the way a compass arc is swung from a bearing. Where the pin had gone in he pricked a small dot, and where two arcs cut he ran a straight line through both, so that the lines ran out across the paper like the threads of a loom. The body was three circles laid end to end, the legs were joints where the arcs met, and the tail was a single arc that ended in a neat little seal. 'Three sightings on the Andes,' he said, not looking up. 'Two on the headland. The rest is the sea doing what it likes.'

We found the reef on the fourth night, in fog so thick the lead line came up with weed on it and nothing else. The second mate swore the bearings were nonsense. Ardle laid the dividers on the chart, walked the arcs around the wolf's shoulder, and said, 'There,' and the leadsman called a fathom and a half under the keel.

I have the sheet still. The wolf stands on it with its nose to the coast and its tail to the open water, and at the very centre of its chest there is a dot no bigger than a grain of rice. Ardle always said that was where we had been.