Two forearms held together showing black linework tattoos: a wolf head in a feather headdress with antlers on the left forearm, and antlers with a wolf skull and foliage on the right.

Wolf in feather headdress and antlers on forearms

Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two forearms are pressed together with the hands clasped, showing black linework tattoos on both. The left forearm has a wolf's head wearing a feather headdress, with antler branches rising above it. The right forearm shows antlers above a wolf or animal skull surrounded by leaves and foliage, drawn with fine hatched shading. The tattoos are in black ink only, with the pale skin and a grey top forming the background.

Forearm Wolf Antler Skull Leaves Foliage

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

They say in Carrick Dale that a wolf which has been fed once will come back for the same hand. Nell Garvie knew it was nonsense, but she had been thinking about it since the reunion invitation landed on her mat, and when she walked into the hall at St Brannock's and saw Tomas Reddy by the tea urn, she thought of it again.

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Tomas had been the boy who taught the younger children to read the stag stones on the fell, and who could whistle a wolf's call so well the farm dogs answered. In their last autumn at school they swore an oath on the quarry lip: whichever of them left first would send for the other with a sign. The wolf would carry the message and the antlers would show the road. Nell went to Leeds. Tomas stayed and kept the stones.

"You still owe me the sign," he said, not looking up from his cup. She rolled up one sleeve, the wolf in its feathered crown showing plainly under the strip light, and he rolled up his other, where antlers spread above a skull full of leaves. Nobody else in the hall noticed the two of them holding wrists like a pair of old wrestlers. The skull had been his grandfather's, he said. The leaves were the ones that grew over it.

They left before the raffle and walked the moor road in the dark, the way they had promised, and the quarry wolf followed them no further than the stile. Nell said she had come back for an answer, not a sign. Tomas said the answer and the sign were the same thing. They sat on the wall until the wind turned, arms still joined at the wrist, and neither of them said where they would go next.