Maria scratched her head in confusion. Her long hair was slightly tousled.

She tried to recall how many days had passed since her found this wolf She remembered feeding it some fish floss because it looked so miserable back then.

Why was the wolf waiting for her at the doorstep everyday now?

Every morning, it would wait outside the cabin for food. Maria was actually surprised to see such a cheeky little devil. Where was its pride and dignity as a predator? How could a wolf be behaving like a dog?

She was completely confused, too many questions running down her mind.