I think about that Lone Wolf 
Who roars and smells like the forest 
Who is not afraid to poke with a wet nose 
Caress with the tail 
And vanish in the thick of the woods
Wolf knows Her

I sat in the forest next to Him, not yet suspecting anything wicked

And later I went along the wolf trail, still not suspecting anything 

I didn't need Him, but He came

I didn't know I needed him