I kept flipping, struggling to find evidence I truly hoped wasn't there. It didn't take long. There was another drawing of me sitting on what appeared to be some sort of throne. I was naked with the exception of a silk scarf draped tastefully over my shoulder and lap. My legs were crossed as I leaned back casually in the throne. One arm was draped over the side, caressing the head of a massive black wolf. A smaller gray wolf sat off to the other side of the throne, looking on in what seemed to be envy.
