At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we’d struck it rich an that we’d be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we’d spend the money. Our first choice was to move to Florida and have a remote beach house. Our second choice was to take a trip to Paris. But that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon because that black liquid started to move. It pulled this way and that until it began to take shape. It looked like a cat, no, too small. When the fur came we knew exactly what it was. It’s fur pricked upon its back. It’s teeth big and pointed. The animal’s eyes were yellow with a black slit in the middle. One of its ears were partly bit off. Drool tripped off his mouth. He stalked forward, cornering us in the cave where we’d found the slug. The wolf wanted blood. The wolf wanted us.