A Wolf In Fish Nets

I came in through the front entrance to get my laundry. You where in the steamy cave  waiting for me when I came in, and proceeded to slam the door in my face. I resisted, pushing against the door and to my surprise, overpowering you as I said firmly "do not slam the door in my face"  under hot breath. It took everything in that moment to control myself when you fired back that you needed space, even though I had been gone for over three days. So I gave you your space and let you have your temper tantrum as usual.

You emerged from the cave dressed in fish nets and boots, trying desperately to intimidate me with your yelling  and your insults. I stood by and folded my clothes while you yelled all the while, your voice hot with anger but heavy with hurt. Your fishnets did not fool me-nor did your eyes which glinted with a desperate wildness. Like a wild animal cornered and helpless you ranted on and on. I got my clothes and proceeded to leave when you met my advance with a threat and a warning. "You need to call the police or this could get violent" was the message. I stood there like a stone while you pathetically tried to push me out of my own apartment." Take your hands off me" I replied with a steely voice. They say that wolves are socially intelligent creatures, in packs they rely on each other and have a social hierarchy, one with an underlined goal of domination.  Alone however, shunned by the rest of the pack wolves will eat human flesh. I ran into your territory and I pissed in your cave. Your reign is over- I've made my mark.