This wolf is cunning. He knows when I am at my weakest and pounces on me just when I think he has finally moved on. Naively I thought that I escaped his attack during our recent move despite long days of physical strain and mental exhaustion. Lupus likes the smell of exhaustion and strain. Their scent is like the scent of new life or blood in the wild and slowly the wolf creeps from his lair to track the scent. Just as I was settling into our new home and enjoying the first solace since our transition, he pounced. I have spent the last few days licking my wounds, attempting to hide them from my children and husband. Quietly, I battle the fatigue and pain and hope that the wolf goes back to sleep.