"Just about. It ate the tire off our truck, once. We had to hike out twenty miles to the nearest town to buy a new one." He gives Saturday a nod and takes some of the Valentine's candy for himself, unwrapping peanut butter cups. "There's something you can't replicate when it comes to an animal looking at you like it's deciding whether or not it's going to go straight for your liver. Ain't nothing like a domesticated animal.

He stacks the peanut butter cups into a tower.

"Lots of work. I loved it, but I reckon it ain't for anyone." He would have happily spent his mortal life living on a farm and tending the land and the livestock if not for the bloody turn everything took on him.