I'll kill the person I love. That who is not pack. That who is not mate. That who is not playmate. It will not pain me like anything else has or ever will. Understanding... my points of view--bestial as they are--is better than human methods of observation and appreciation. It is better than deliberating and deciding. You feel pack. You feel mate. You feel playmate. They are neither exclusive or in ranks. They just are.

They are me. They are we. We are all together.

It'd been a while since I thought about |pack| or |mate|. It hurt to do so because I knew without comprehension I'd always thought in such terms. I knew then but I was so afraid to know I hid it from my self. I was so afraid to know I forgot it. But then I progressed. I found my jungle; finding it wild and dangerous, warm and fun, I saw my true nature. I found the two halves I kept apart because I wasn't ready to become who I'd be if they met. I was afraid of the beast I'd become.

Not now though. Never now. Never ever again. Ever.