She walked with fear, furtively looking back. She clutched a hot bundle to her chest. She herself had no strength, but she stepped forward, further. And the steps were heavy, overweight. And she could still feel thick and warm blood flowing down her legs.

And the wolves howled in the forest. With fear, she looked at the formidable silhouettes of trees that swayed in the wind and waved their branches threateningly. Sweat poured profusely down her back. The woman shied away from every barely imagining, trembling shadow. And she prayed to all the gods. If only there were no more wolves! At least not to run into the wild children...