Small black and grey realism tattoo of a wolf's head with detailed fur and shaded eyes, on the upper arm of a person wearing a white top.

Realistic wolf head on upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A small wolf head faces forward at the centre of the image, with pointed ears, a dark nose and shaded eyes. The fur is rendered with fine, soft shading that moves from deep black at the edges to pale grey on the muzzle. The ink is black and grey on pale skin, set against a white top and a plain grey background.

Realism Upper arm Wolf Animal Wolf head

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last 43 out of Piccadilly was empty except for the grey animal on the back seat, and I had decided by Ardwick that I would not mention it to Dennis at the depot. Dennis had rules about the late run. Animals were on the list, somewhere between chewing gum and radios.

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It had boarded at the stop outside the shuttered chemist with the unhurried air of someone who had paid years ago. Its coat was the colour of wet slate, darker along the ridge of its back and paling to ash around the muzzle. When we swung onto Stockport Road it turned its head to the window and watched the sodium lamps go by one at a time, and each one caught in its eyes and held there a moment longer than seemed reasonable.

At Gorton I asked it, because the silence had grown heavy, where it was headed. It looked at me the way my nan used to look at a man who had said something foolish in the pub. Then it stood, shook off a little rain I had not seen fall, and walked to the front doors and waited for me to open them. I did. The cold came in with the smell of pine and wet fur, and the wolf stepped down onto Hyde Road as if it knew the way.

At the depot Dennis asked why the back seat was damp. I said someone had spilt something. In the morning I went up to the top deck to check, and on the rail by the window there was a single grey hair, long and pale at the tip. I put it in my pocket. I still have it, and some nights I feel it press against my leg as I drive, and I keep my eyes on the road.