Wolf At The Door

“Birds are clever little things. They know when they are going to die so they scurry off into a hedgerow or under a bush, somewhere private where they can die quietly. To keep their little bird dignity. But the big predators – the cats, the dogs, the foxes – they know where to find these little birds and they sniff them out. Sometimes before they are even dead.”

“I think that’s why you came here,” Mitchell mumbled around his fag. “You came here to die quietly, where no one can see. Let me help you.”