Today, we study the legendary lone wolf, the creature so tough, so independent, so rugged that he is comfortable striking out on his own.

In the distance, we have spotted a lone wolf.

Or, in our case, we have the youngster who has wrestled everyone willing (or, able) and still has energy left to explore Sibe Quentin.

Is it my fault that I have more stamina than the rest of them?

Of course, it is also possible that a certain young man has done something that has resulted in his banishment from the porch. No one is talking.

Let me strike my regal look for posterity.