The Wolf in the Desert: What Fear Is Trying to Say
- Joe Wood
 - May 25
 - 2 min read
 
When I first imagined Rhett walking through the desert, I pictured him alone.
Dust in his mouth. Regret on his shoulders. Silence in his steps.
But as the story deepened, I realized: no man walks alone. Not really.
There’s always something with us.
Memories.
Doubt.
Shame.
And often—fear.
So I gave Rhett a companion. Not a person. Not a horse. A wolf.
The wolf first appears at a distance. Watching. Quiet. Unmoving. It doesn’t bare its teeth. It doesn’t chase him down. It just follows.
To Rhett, it’s a threat. But to me, as the writer, it became something else entirely.
The wolf is the unspoken. It’s the part of us we’re scared to name—because if we name it, we might have to feel it.
It’s the fear that we’re not enough.
The belief that we’re too broken.
The voice that says, don’t let them see the cracks.
But the wolf doesn’t go away. Not when we ignore it. Not when we run.
It only softens when we stop pretending it’s not there.
Quote from the Book:
"He didn’t run this time. He sat. Let the wolf breathe beside him. And for once, he felt human again."
Behind the Scenes:
I didn’t know the wolf would become a central figure until it was already on the page. It wasn’t planned—it arrived, like fear often does, unannounced.
Looking back, I think that’s the truest part of Rhett’s journey: Not the fire. Not the solitude. But the moment he sat down and made peace with what followed him.
We all have a wolf.
That wolf has always been with us—long before we noticed its eyes in the dark. It walks behind us in childhood, beside us in loss, and sometimes ahead of us when we’re unsure where to go. It is not new. It is not gone. It is a part of us. Then. Now. Always. And when we finally turn toward it with curiosity instead of fear, we begin to understand: It wasn’t there to hunt us. It was there to guide us back to ourselves.
Sometimes, the bravest thing we can do is stop, turn toward it, and say:
I see you. Let’s walk together.
Call to Action:
Have you ever felt followed by something you couldn’t name?
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You're not alone in the desert.

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