Luna Is Hungry

The next morning, I came back to the North Hill.

The little wolf was still there, under the same pine tree.

"I will call you Luna," I said with a soft smile.

Luna lifted her small head and looked at me slowly.

She was very thin, and her stomach was empty.

Luna had not eaten anything for many long days.

I always bring food when I walk on this hill.

Today, I am carrying some meat inside my warm bag.

I put a small piece of meat on the white snow.

Then I sat down and waited, and I stayed still.

Luna is watching the meat, but she is not moving.

Wild wolves are always careful with new people and new smells.

Slowly, Luna is standing up on her weak little legs.

She is sniffing the cold air with her small black nose.

Sometimes she stops, and sometimes she takes one more step.

At last, she is smelling my hand very gently.

Her nose is soft and wet, and my heart is happy.

Luna is eating the meat now, and she is very hungry.

She always eats fast, because she is afraid of danger.

After the meal, Luna looks at me with calmer eyes.

"You are safe with me," I said in a quiet voice.

I never touch her, but I sit close every day.

Luna is learning that I am not a danger to her.

Little by little, we are becoming quiet friends on the hill.