Seven saintly virtues…
She pushed the bowl out on the step and hung back.
Hungry eyes glinted in the darkness, soft whines stripping from his shaggy throat. The little girl unbent her knees. She nudged the dish again.
He watched, then pawed the ground momentarily.
He heard her shallow breathing. She knew these wild dogs were dangerous. Her mother kept warning her, but she wanted to care for them.
They needed love too.
Glittering eyes settled on the child’s offering. He crept forward to lap up the warm milk.
She wouldn’t know he was trapped in wolf form until the moon slept again.
Are your virtues this endearing…?
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