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How shy introverts can cultivate a trusted professional wolf pack.
I can watch wolves hunt for days. Cameras pan as the pack stalks and tests the herd, searching for signs of weakness. An opening. The pack weighs the conditions of the hunt — the weather and terrain, the size, speed, and strength of their prey — to determine tactics. They want their target to succumb to shock and go quietly because an errant kick could crack a jaw. Hooves hurt. Antlers cut deep.
The alpha identifies the prey or signals a change of tactics. Then the wolves give chase. The herd fans out, leaving the weak and young vulnerable. Picture Times Square teeming with caribou and buffalo — a mixture of natives and wide-eyed tourists — while wolves weave through the crowd. Natives dart into stores and down subway tunnels while the tourists freeze. Camera click. Selfie.
Female wolves are swift, light — they create a fortress of confusion and terror while the stronger, slower males advance for the take-down. Observe the alpha in the thick of it. Biting a nose and tearing at flesh. They’ll go in for the tackle, the last bit of brutality before the feast.
