Black and grey realism tattoo of a wolf's head with soft, dissolving edges on the forearm.

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Wolf head on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A large wolf's head faces forward, with detailed fur, a dark nose and piercing eyes rendered in shading. The edges of the design break up into dark smudged shapes and fading grey patches, which leave the image floating on the skin. The piece is done entirely in black and grey ink against a blue background.

Realism Forearm Wolf Animal Wildlife Eye Fur

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody saw it until the generator coughed and the marquee lights went out. We were halfway through my cousin Ruth's speech, her glass raised at the edge of the field, when the torches on our phones swung round and found it standing by the drystone wall. Grey and enormous, it watched us with the patience of a man waiting for the last bus home.

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Uncle Frank said it was a stray husky, the kind people buy for the look of them and then can't manage. Nobody believed him, least of all the dog, which took one slow step into the light and let us see its eyes. They were amber at the centre, and they did not blink. The fiddler stopped mid-reel. Ruth put a hand on her new husband's arm, and Tom, who had spent the whole day apologising to the waiters, said nothing at all.

Nan Ellis came over from her chair by the hedge, leaning on her stick, and stood between us and the wall. She had buried two husbands and never once raised her voice at a wedding. 'Old families kept one at every boundary,' she said quietly. 'It doesn't come to hunt the wedding. It comes to see who's keeping their promises.' Then she turned her back on it, and that was the end of the discussion.

By morning the generator was fixed and the marquee was lit again. Wet prints led from the gate to the wall and stopped at the old stile, where someone had left a saucer of milk and a slice of wedding cake, and both had gone. Ruth said it was Frank. Frank said it was Nan. Nan just smiled and passed me the teapot.