A Small Cry in the Snow
A shivering wolf pup alone in the winter snow
Last , the North was white and very quiet.
I am Hana, and I walk on this every day.
That cold morning, the was deep and soft.
The trees stood still, and the sky looked pale and grey.
I was walking slowly near the frozen little river.
Suddenly, I heard a small under the old tree.
The sound was thin and , like a tiny bell.
I stopped and listened, and my heart began to beat fast.
I walked closer and looked down at the white .
A small grey animal was sitting under the low branches.
It was a baby wolf, and it was shaking with cold.
Its was wet, and its big eyes looked .
The little wolf was crying for its mother and its .
But the was empty, and no other wolf answered.
"You are ," I said softly. "Where is your family?"
The baby wolf looked up at me but did not move.
I did not touch it, because animals need careful space.
I sat down slowly in the and waited quietly.
The wind was blowing, and the cold bit my cheeks.
The little wolf watched me with its dark, tired eyes.
It was too young and too to find the .
I knew this baby needed help before the long night.
So I stayed there, and I did not leave its side.
That morning in the , our story slowly began.