musings on the binarist approach to life

i don't know how to make you understand. i am not domesticated, my teeth sharp and my mouth foaming. i don't belong in a dog cage. for some dogs, it's comfortable, i'm sure, but i am no pet. your gruel tastes not of fresh meat. it makes me want to kill, kill, bite the hand that feeds and eat you alive. i will not fit into a harness or a collar. a werewolf is as much a man as a dog, is it not?