“Come here, dear,” the woman went down the creaky stairs and sat on the step. - How wonderful you are.

With a sob, Il crawled up to the woman's legs and nuzzled her bare feet:

— Margot.

Do you know Margot? - the stranger touched Il's drooping ears. “And how is my sister doing?” Still alive?

Ilona lifted her worried muzzle and grumbled, not understanding anything.

"I'm Eliza," the woman smiled sadly. “My dear Margot left me a long time ago. She left at the call of her heart to the hunter who once shot her. She abandoned her family and went to people.

- Is she a werewolf? -...