The wind was blowing and the air was freezing as Shelana walked from her car into her house. She had barely made it home before the snow began to fall. If she had been still out she never would have made it. Her drive is a mile long and curvy which make traveling in snow dangerous, but she needed food for the storm and ventured out.
After she put everything away she lit the fire and started the stew. While peeling the potatoes she heard a sound from the back door. It was almost a cry. After looking out and seeing nothing she finished the stew was simmering.
She counted the logs of wood and knew she'd need at least four more so she bundled up. Opening the door she found a wolf that was iced over. He must have been out and couldn't make it back to where he slept she thought.
"Damn, if you were a dog I'd take you in, but being a wolf I don't think that's wise." She told it.
After hauling the logs in she decided that the wolf would be fine inside the porch and out of the wind and snow.
"Come, it will be warmer on the porch." The followed slowly, almost as if it were afraid of her. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just don't want to find a dead wolf in the morning." The wolf tilted it's head as if trying to figure out what she was doing. Once inside she laid out a blanket and a bowl of water. "I'll bring you something warm to eat in a bit." she smiled and went in the house. She heard nails scraping on the wooden porch floor as the wolf moved to the blanket and turned several times before settling down to rest.
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