The wolves prowls into the flock dress as a sheep, his disguise see-through; his teeth's sharp and his stomach rumbling. And yet the sheep made way for him like he's one of them.

He lowers his head into the grass scouting for his prey, bidding time till their time was up. They move around him, eat before him, he lets them- a meal before his meal.

The longer the wolf remained among them without attacking, the less they questioned why he was there.

But one did.

One stared at him too long.

One watched him too closely.

Creased brows.

analytical gaze.

His see through disguise became hot

Was it always this hot?

The one walked to the other sheep.

He watched, ready to strike if he had been caught

The one whispered to others

"He looks weird"

The others shrugged

Ben is always weird.

“But his—”

“That's just Ben.”

“And his teeth—”

“You've always been dramatic.”

“I think he's—”

“He's harmless.”

The one stared back at Ben and back at his flock 

Maybe I am being dramatic 

The one looked at Ben, He smiled. 

He looked at his flock, they smiled back 

Maybe, they were right. 

Ben had always been Ben 

They were right.

Until He struck. 

Halo effect: We let one positive impression influence how we perceive everything else about a person.

Bandwagon effect: We are more likely to accept a belief when everyone around us seems to accept it.

Status quo bias: We tend to prefer what is familiar 

over changing what we already believe.

The wolf didn't need a perfect disguise.

The flock's perception was enough