Once again, the wolf let out a menacing growl, causing Brother Paul to back away. Marianne stood her ground, focusing on her breathing. She noticed tears welling in her own eyes; whether from fear or empathy, she couldn’t say. What she did know was that she had to act.
Gathering her courage, Marianne gently reached out, palm facing upward. “We want to help,” she spoke softly, though her voice trembled. The wolf’s ears twitched as it processed her words. For a moment, the tension lessened, as though the wolf recognized a shared intent: protecting the fragile creature cradled in its jaws.