Wolves do not eat each other.
That's an old French proverb.
I guess since I don't take French anymore, I'm not really qualified to offer thoughts on anything French. My dreams of being an affluent expat in a perfect little Paris apartment are getting farther and farther away with every purchase of Hanes athletic socks and Florida orange juice. Let's face it: I'm an American, through and through.
Anyway, back to the proverb.
Where exactly are they going with that?
There's a couple doing a Bible study at Starbucks right now, reading Song of Solomon out loud. That has nothing to do with wolves. Or maybe it does. I don't think it does.
I don't know what it means.