Dahlia
The wolf came back to visit after I hurt my leg. That first night, the pain was unbearable, but having him there made it easier. His warm body curled beside me was a surprising comfort—a living creature offering moral support, if nothing else. Man's best friend, indeed.
The next night, he returned, and I shared half my plate of food with him. Hunter always gave me more than I could finish anyway. By the third night, the wolf didn’t bother waiting for an invitation. He slipped into the tent on his own, flopping down beside me as if he belonged there. I couldn’t help but smile. He was growing on me, and I started looking forward to his visits. In a way, they were the only thing keeping me grounded.
I don’t think Hunter knows about the wolf. The animal always comes well after Hunter
