Yet Marianne felt an inner pull she couldn’t deny. She observed the wolf’s stance: it wasn’t attacking, merely standing guard over the tiny bundle in its mouth. Her instincts told her that this was more than a simple intrusion.
Summoning unexpected bravery, Marianne approached the wolf. Slowly, she raised both hands to show she meant no harm. Her mind raced with possible outcomes—would the wolf pounce, or show her trust? As she drew closer, the air crackled with tension.