Marianne nodded, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “Thank you,” she said softly. Turning back to the wolf, she knelt down, keeping her movements slow and deliberate. “We’re going to help you,” she whispered. “Just show us what you need.”
The officer watched, his flashlight steady as Marianne gently placed her hand on the blanket, offering it to the wolf. To his astonishment, the wolf didn’t attack. Instead, it nudged the bundle closer to Marianne, its eyes filled with something that almost resembled trust.