Black and grey realism tattoo of a wolf head with feathers and roses on the thigh.

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Wolf, feathers and roses on a thigh

Realism · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A wolf's head fills the centre of the design, with two dark roses at its sides and a third below, and feathers rising behind it with a chain or cord looping around the edge. The shading is soft and detailed, built from greys and black with fine hatching in the fur and feathers. The photograph shows the tattoo on a bare upper leg against a light background, with a dark garment along the bottom edge.

Realism Thigh Wolf Feather Rose Chain

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody on Skerrow Head would give the wolf a proper name, so Mairi called her Second Lamp, because she kept pace with the beam on the stairs and sat at the top whenever the glass needed polishing. She came up from the shingle the winter the Orla went down, a grey bitch with a cord of tarred rope knotted at her throat, and she would not eat until the rope was cut away.

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Mairi's father cut it with the fish knife. The rope fell in the wet and the wolf stood over it a long while, then turned and walked into the lamp room as though she had been born there. Gulls came after her in the weeks that followed, and each evening a grey feather would be found on the gallery rail, then two, then a fan of them tucked under the sill where the rain could not reach.

In March a boat came in rough against the rocks with one man lashed to the mast. He was the Orla's cook, and he swore a wolf had stood on the cliff above him all night, pale in the spray, keeping the beam steady until his oars found the gap. Mairi said nothing. She had seen the wolf go down the stairs that night with a rose-coloured ribbon of light caught in her teeth, and come back dry.

Every storm after that, Mairi's mother set a lamp in the window for the wolf, and every storm after that the wolf went down to the water and came back with a feather and something lost behind her. The keepers on the mainland still tell it that the light on Skerrow never went out in the worst of it, though the Skerrow keepers always said the wolf was the one who kept it burning.