At the first sight or stir of wolves, the lamb runs to the shepherd. That I do as well.
Surrounded by wolves, the lamb does not bare teeth, but its best defense is its humility and innocence in the midst of malice and arrogance.
The lamb is slain and comes to life again. By the power which raised Shepherd and lamb, the hand of God leaves the wolf whimpering in the corner, wounded mortally.
And the lamb goes to a party.