How so?..

We don't talk about wolves or people anymore. Zaryana picks up a comb, made of wood, with elegant carvings. Human touch is not easy for me to bear, but I have to put up with them, no matter how much I want to growl.

Zaryana swears, mercilessly pulling at my long hair. Her fingers deftly unravel tangles, pull out stuck pine needles and thin branches. A growl escapes from the pain, a gnashing of teeth is heard - this is me holding on so as not to grab her hand.

Then he puts a skating rink with warm water. Rubs my skin with soap until it turns red....