Grabbing everything she could carry, Marianne returned to the chapel. Her breath hitched as she stepped inside. The wolf and the small animal were exactly as she’d left them. The wolf eyed her warily, but this time, its growl was subdued.
Setting the supplies on a nearby bench, Marianne knelt down on the stone floor. She opened the antiseptic bottle and carefully dabbed a cloth. The wolf tensed at the pungent smell. Brother Paul stood nearby, uneasy but ready to help. Quietly, Marianne inched closer to the cub, gauging the wolf’s reaction.