When the she-wolf kept staring at the garment in my hand, I realized I was being a fool. She didn't know how to put it on. I sighed. We didn't have time for that. A second whistle blew through the air, and I nervously bounced on my feet.

“Lift your arms,” I commanded and raised mine to show her how to do it. She just stared, so I put the jacket on my shoulder, grabbed her hands, and lifted them together with mine. She blinked in curiosity. When I let go, she started to pull them down, but I held them in place. Trying to get her dressed for the...