It’s a good day to be a Siberian husky — misty, moody, with grace notes of fall. White Fang likes everything about it. And she hates that fall thunders by so fast.
Fang is a mellow dog, loves people, unless you show the slightest hint of fear, then she foams at the mouth and lusts to taste your blood, your tendons, your teeth.
Like Hollywood executives, or corrupt popes, she traffics in the fears and aspirations of others. I suspect it’s a way to mask her own self-doubts.
