Call of the Wolf Page #2

I'm right proud of you, boy.

You must feel like a big boy,

goin' break the eggs and such.

- Come on wolf, let's do this.

Let's do this, I'm

waitin' for you, wolf.

Come on, come and kill me!

- Well,

- what's your endgame, wolf?

Do you honestly think

you can just keep me here

and get away with it?

- How's Rita?

- Rita?

- Your girlfriend?

- You have her?

- Relax, I'm

askin' about her, ain't I?

How is she, doin' good?

- Shut up.

- Yeah, that's the

twisted thing about our culture,

we don't believe in honor.

It's a word without meanin'

that some of the marines use

in their commercials.

That's about it.

- Rita's just fine.

- Don't kid yourself.

She just busted into tears

just a few night ago.

- When I get out of here,

I'm gonna put a bullet

through your skull.

- That's a bold assumption.

When you get out?

Try if.

The wolf ain't done hurtin'.

- I don't think so.

I'll sit right here

and wait for you.

- That's too bad.

I just left a little

present for you by the shed.

- Oh, come on baby.

That's good.

That's good, that's good.

Yes!

Yes!

Hey!

Okay, okay.

Fire.

Fire.

The ability to

start and maintain a fire

is crucial to a

marine's survival

in the cold weather theater.

Too bad I'm not a marine.

You will need kindling,

an ignition source,

fuel for the fire,

a steady oxygen flow

and a means by which to...

I'm gonna die.

All right, now you listen to me.

If you want some prey and if

you're some hotshot hunter,

then you're gonna

have to keep me alive.

Now tell me how

to start the fire.

I know you can see me.

Hey, you see that?

Tell me how to start the fire.

- I gave you dinner,

now you want me to

cook it for you, too?

Aren't you so suave?

- Look, you want

to keep me alive.

More sporting.

- You don't know

nothin' about sportin'.

- Maybe, but I can take

a few guesses about you.

You aren't from around

here, I can guess that.

Not with that stupid

hillbilly accent of yours

which means you trained

to stay up here.

You're good with

guns and survival.

The manual you gave me

is from the marines,

not to mention that little

bit about commercials.

So you're a marine,

or were, at least.

You know you're probably

some washed out old guy

talkin' 'bout the

glory days of 'Nam

who likes stalking rich kids!

You're just havin' fun

with me, aren't ya?

My dad is probably

dumping ransom money

into some offshore account

and any day now a helicopter

is going to land and save me

and you're just screwin'

with me til then.

Yeah, this, this is

nothing but a ransom.

You're a thief and

that's all that it is.

- Wanna eat?

- Oh why yes,

please, mister wolf.

I'll jump through whatever

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