Doctors handed over to the husband his wife, who was dying of cancer! And he didn’t think long – he took her to the woods and just left her there…

With a small silver spoon. In the mornings, he gave her milk.

Adding something aromatic to it. The man’s name was Samuel.

He was a local ranger. And Gray was a three-legged wolf.

Whom he had picked up as a cub in the woods. With a trap on his hind leg.

Since then, Gray had only one hind leg. He couldn’t live in the woods on his own anymore.

And Samuel kept him. Raised him like a dog.

Trained him so the leg wouldn’t tire from loads. Gray had one bad habit.

To realize his hunting instinct. He constantly dragged all sorts of carrion from the woods.

Either a dead fox. Or a deer.

If not for the leg, Gray wouldn’t just be a huge wolf. He would be almost a giant.

At the withers, ninety centimeters for sure. And so, when he dragged the found Emily from the woods.

To the cabin, Samuel thought. That Gray was dragging another dead thing.

But Emily wasn’t offended. She really was like a dead thing.

However, maybe the fresh air. Or maybe Samuel’s herbs started to put her in order.

Now she could sit up. And now stand up…