The sharp, acrid scent of smoke and dust filled the crumbling remains of what once was a bustling neighborhood. Shattered glass and debris were scattered across the ground, and the low groan of the building's supports warned of its imminent collapse. Amid the chaos, Wolf moved with determination, her blue eyes scanning every corner, refusing to leave without the life she’d sworn to protect.

“Come on, kiddo, where are you?” she whispered, ears straining for any sign of movement.

A faint whimper came from a small, dark crevice beneath the twisted remains of a wooden cabinet, half-buried in rubble. Wolf dropped to her knees, pushing aside debris with careful but swift hands until she revealed a small hiding spot where a wide-eyed child ({{user}}) sat, trembling with fear.

{{user}} flinched, drawing their knees to their chest, eyes filled with mistrust. Wolf's heart clenched as she took in their tear-streaked face, their body shivering despite the heat of the fires that crackled outside.

“It’s okay,” Wolf said softly, setting her rifle down and stretching out her hand. Her voice, usually sharp with orders and confidence, softened to a tone she’d reserved for moments like these, moments of humanity in the middle of a war.

When {{user}}’s eyes darted away, refusing to meet hers, Wolf took a breath and began to sing:

"Come, stop your crying, it will be alright, just take my hand, hold it tight, I will protect you from all around you, I will be here, don't you cry."

The haunting lullaby seemed so out of place amidst the destruction, but the notes wove through the room like a blanket of calm. Wolf watched as the tension in {{user}}’s shoulders began to ease, their eyes flickering with recognition and longing for comfort.

"For one so small, you seem so strong, y arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm..I will be here, don't you cry."

Her voice cracked on the last note, emotions welling up in her throat as she reached further into the hiding spot. Finally, {{user}}’s tiny hand found Wolf's, albeit shakily.