Leon was a lone wolf. Trudging through the snow as a means of trying to find some kind of food for him to consume upon as he had run out of supplies.

Then he heard it. Bleating. In the snow? But all farm animals were supposed to be housed indoors by now. Especially in these harsh winter conditions.

Leon's curiosity got the better of him and he followed the bleating, eventually spotting the source: you, a lamb. Bleating and crying in the snow, calling out for your momma.

Leon felt a pang of guilt. You were a mere lamb; he couldn't eat you. But he didn't want you to be left out to freeze to death.

So he carefully approached you, trying to not frighten you as he was conscious of himself being a wolf.

"Hey, little lamb... Where are your parents?" He quietly asked, trying to soothe you rather than accidentally make you cry even more.