With a shaky breath, Daniella slowly rose to her feet. The wolf stepped back, giving her space, its eyes never leaving hers. For a moment, they simply stood there, locked in a silent exchange. Daniella’s fear began to ebb, replaced by something she couldn’t quite define.
The wolf turned and took a few steps forward. Daniella realized there was a huge gash on its leg and thought how a wounded animal could be more dangerous than a healthy one. But as the wolf turned back and looked at her expectantly, she realized that it needed her help.