Black and grey neo-traditional wolf head with scrollwork across the back of a hand, with small key, dagger, cross and spider tattoos on the fingers.

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Snarling wolf on the back of a hand

Neo-trad · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A snarling wolf head with open jaws and bared fangs fills the back of the hand, framed by ornamental scrollwork that extends toward the wrist. Fine shading and bold outlines build up the fur and features in grey tones, with small key, dagger, cross and spider designs placed on the fingers. The image is a close, top-down view of the hand on a white surface, with the tattoos sharply in focus.

Neo-trad Hand Wolf Scrollwork Key Dagger Cross Spider

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, you lot, and mind the candle, for the wolf is listening. Brother Anselm kept the gate of Saint Odo's for forty winters, and the iron key he wore on a cord was the only one in the valley that opened the old west door. In the year the snow came early, a wolf came down with it, grey as ash, and it sat in the lane below the gate every night and did not howl. It only watched the bolts.

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The abbot wanted it shot. Brother Anselm went down anyway, with the key in one hand and a fold of spider silk in the other, a trick his mother taught him for mending nets. He stood before the beast and said the Compline words slowly, the way you speak to a man who has lost his road. The wolf opened its jaws, and the monk saw there were no teeth in them, only the rusted rings of every gate it had ever been shut out of.

Anselm did not fight it. He laid his dagger in the snow, point down, so that it made a cross with his shadow, and he asked the wolf what door it wanted opened. The wolf went quiet. Then it lay down at the foot of the cross and slept, and by morning it was gone, leaving only tracks that ended at a web strung between two holly bushes, a spider sitting dead centre as if it had been keeping watch.

So if you climb the hill to Saint Odo's, knock twice and wait. If the bolt slides back on its own, do not thank the porter. Thank the wolf, and mind you don't tread on the key.