Black ink wolf head tattoo with ornamental floral patterns on the outer thigh, shown in a photo of a leg on a wooden floor.

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Wolf head with ornamental detail on thigh

Blackwork · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A large wolf head fills most of the frame, with pointed ears, detailed eyes and muzzle, and dense ornamental floral and geometric filling in the face and background. The work is built from solid black lines and fine stipple-like shading, with lighter grey areas giving depth. The tattoo sits on the outer thigh, and the photo is taken at an angle against a wooden floor, with the subject's skin tone visible around the design.

Blackwork Thigh Wolf Animal Floral Ornament Mandala

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

By the third day of the blow the galley floor had become a skating rink of potato peel and cold tea, and I had stopped pretending the stove would light. Cook's ledger lay open on the chopping board, its pages swollen with damp, and on the inside cover someone had drawn a wolf's head in biro: pointed ears, eyes like lamp glass, and then, because the skipper's nephew had been bored, a spray of flowers and little geometric rings filling the cheeks until the face was half garden.

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Nobody aboard would say who drew it. Old Pim swore the wolf was the Kittiwake's first skipper, who had hunted seals off Iceland and kept a grey dog that would never go ashore. Pim said the ornament was the dog's dreams. I thought it was simply the pattern a bored boy makes when there is nothing in the locker worth eating.

On the fourth night the sea took the forward hatch and the lamp went out, and I found myself on my knees in the dark with the ledger pressed to my chest, tracing the wolf's ears with a thumb to keep my bearings. It is strange how a drawing you have ignored for weeks becomes a map when you cannot see your own hands. The lines were firmest where the ink had been pressed hard, and I followed them round the muzzle to the edge of the page, where the pencil stopped.

At dawn the wind dropped. We ate burnt bread and a tin of peaches Pim had been saving for his wedding, and when the skipper came down to see what was left, I showed him the wolf. He studied it a long while. 'Dog's looking at the stove,' he said, and went back up to the wheel. I still don't know which of them he meant.