I did not pursue you. Yes, the wolf was real, but unfortunately, so was my bitter disdain for you and our predicament. After my coffee, I would ascertain your whereabouts and general health with not much effort, and that was that. I would not so much as speak your name until next it was necessary for the saving of your life. My acceptance of our plight was machinelike. And I believe my awareness of that was what made the point of your salvation begin to elude me.