As I was walking through the forest on my way home, I heard a pack of wolves. I tried running until I tripped over a tree root. I fell again and again and then a wolf stood right there…right in front of me. It started leading me somewhere. I followed it, panting. It lead me to its ill mam wolf. I tried giving the mam wolf some water but she was too ill to move. It was getting dark so I went home. The next day the mam wolf had died. I looked at the baby as it let out a pitiful howl. I picked it up and brought it home. It was a boy. Poor baby boy.