Finish the story begins with: “She was unaware that she was being watched.”
Today she sat in the one spot in the forest that was hers, the place where she felt alone and in charge of herself even if it was only an hour or two.
Here she could sing to herself, write poems in her head, watch the insects scurry round her feet.
She wondered if the wolf might venture back. The bush was silent, save for the frantic conversations of the bird’s overhead.
Then she heard a rustle in the bushes. A head poked through, then a furry body. The majestic wolf had returned and stood before her. They stared at each other seemingly to size the other up. The wolf moved forward and approaching her, took in her scent and settled at her feet.