When a fully realized what the amazing gift so generously bestowed upon me was, I felt a twinge of nervousness from the shear excitement and true gravity of the situation.  Few souls have had the fortune of wearing such a powerful piece of gear.  Acknowledging my fear, I slipped the three howling wolves shirt over my head, and true to ledged, the subtle and strong powers took hold.  I quickly took charge of the ship and sailed it toward the Mecca of Senegal....Dakar.  that's right, Dakar, Senegal....Africa, the heart of darkness....My journey continues with the unspoken guidance of the wolf pack, riches, loot, drink, jewels, the bounty of the deep sea are in me wake.

*sent via email from my husband after getting his wolf shirt out at sea on a Navy Friggit, it is a good thing I trust him so much. (or should I?) OOOoooooowwwww!*