"Hi, Abigail! Back already?" Clara, one of my friends asked as she was shutting the windows. I had made it back to the village without further delay and in record time. Anxiety fueled my journey as I thought about what would possibly happen to me if anyone found out about the little pup in my bag. I nodded at Clara with a small smile and hurried back into the safety of my own home. Once I had shut the door and made certain that there was no angry mob wielding torches and pitchforks, ready to chase me out of the village, I took the pup out of my bag. It was so very small and looked so lost. Where is my mummy? Its eyes seemed to say. I picked it up and gave it a cuddle, unsure of what to do. Perhaps it was fate that I found the pup, for the little one had just lost its own mother.
I named the pup Silver; after its shiny coat. Silver took to the name immediately, yipping playfully whenever I called. A healthy pup, Silver grew quickly. In fact, Silver was almost double the size of a normal wolf at seven months. I had gone to the library in the village to read more about wolves to make sure I was giving Silver the best care possible. I was no wolf, but I felt fairly certain the wolf living with me knew that. It was difficult keeping a wolf pent up in the confines of my small home, but I had no choice. The butcher was certainly on to me when I was buying pounds and pounds of meat that I definitely would not be able to eat on my own, but if he noticed, he didn't say anything. It was a difficult task; trying to keep Silver a secret, especially when the howling began but I had managed. Silver was an affectionate pup, often coming by when I was doing the chores for a cuddle. The wolf was twice my size and more than capable of knocking me down but he never once jumped on me, preferring to wait until I was done with whatever it was I was doing before settling down.
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