Two thighs with colourful traditional tattoos: a grey wolf head and roses on the left, and a crowned shield with a bird on the right.

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Wolf, roses and crowned shield on thighs

Traditional · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A seated person's legs are covered in bold, colourful tattoos. The left thigh shows a snarling grey wolf head with yellow eyes, surrounded by roses, blue flowers and a dagger, while the right thigh has a crowned shield panel containing a bird, with a pale skeletal winged figure above it. The bold black outlines and flat areas of solid colour in red, blue, yellow and green are typical of the traditional style, with some grey shading on the wolf.

Traditional Thigh Wolf Rose Flower Dagger Crown Shield Bird Skeleton Wing

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The grey wolf came down off the hill the week the apples turned, and the orchard men sent for the priest before they sent for the gun. Nobody in Hale's Cross had seen a wolf in forty years, and the old women said a wolf in harvest meant a death in the lord's house.

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Tomas Hale went out at dusk with a lantern and his pruning knife, its blade hooked like a dagger, and found the beast sitting under the old Bramley with its yellow eyes on the hive against the wall. Roses his wife had trained up the gatepost still bloomed, though she had died in spring, and the crown carved over the lintel was the lord's mark that no one had dared paint over. Inside the hive a blackbird was singing to nobody, as though it had not yet learned the season had changed.

The wolf did not move. It only watched him, the way a man watches a debt he means to collect. Tomas sat on the wall until moonrise, and when the wolf finally rose, it walked to the trough, drank, and lay down again in the same place, between him and the hive. He understood then that it was keeping watch over the bird, not hunting it, and that the lord's men, riding through at dawn to take the tithe of apples, would shoot first and count after.

On the third night he left bread on the wall. In the morning the bread was gone, the wolf was gone, and the blackbird had flown out over the orchard wall into the blue hills. Tomas picked the last Bramley from the lowest branch, set it on the gatepost beside his wife's roses, and went in to tell the priest there was nothing left to bless.