Black and grey realism tattoo of a wolf's head on the upper back of a person lying face down on a bed.

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Wolf head tattoo on the back

Realism · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A shaded wolf head faces the camera on the upper back, with its ears, eyes and muzzle drawn in fine detail. The linework is dark and the greys are built up softly to give the fur texture and depth. The black and white photograph is taken from behind, with the person's head turned away and out of frame, and the tattoo sits centrally on the back against soft bedding.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The frost had come early that October, and Nell Harcourt was out before the glasshouse lamps, counting the dahlia tubers she had lifted and bedded in sand. Four were gone. They had not been dug or rotted, just taken, and in the soft earth beside the potting shed ran a line of prints too long for a fox and too deliberate for a badger.

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Her father had kept the walled garden at Brackenmoor for forty years and never once spoke of wolves, though the estate ledgers listed a grey head nailed above the back gate in 1790, and a keeper paid a shilling for each one brought in. Nell had thought it a story for children. She set a tin of cold tea and a trowel by the shed and sat on an upturned crate with her coat buttoned to the chin.

Near three she heard the gate. The animal that came through was the colour of the wall and moved low along the bean rows. When it stopped at the sand bed it lifted its head and looked straight at her, with eyes the colour of wet slate. It did not run. It took one dahlia tuber in its jaws, turned, and set it down carefully beside the crate, where the frost had not yet reached the earth.

By dawn the tuber was planted in the bed nearest the sundial, and Nell had written a single line in the day book beneath the frost warning: returned, one. She never told the agent. Winters later, when the garden was let to a nursery, the new owners found the old gate still standing with a grey hair caught on its latch, and the dahlias came up brighter there than anywhere else.