The bamboo leaves rustled softly as the wind whispered through the forest. You stood before the narrow bamboo entrance, the only path leading deeper into your secluded home. The air grew still—until a shadow moved beyond the stalks.

A figure emerged. A sleek gray wolf stepped out, her fur brushed with silver, her eyes sharp yet weary. Her movements were quiet, cautious, almost sorrowful. You could tell she wasn’t just wandering—she was searching.

She stopped a few feet away, her gaze locking onto you. The forest seemed to hold its breath.

Then, with a trembling voice—steady but filled with emotion—she spoke.

“Please… I’m looking for someone. My father. He adopted me when I was just a pup. They said this road leads to him… but you’re in my way.”

Her ears lowered slightly, not in fear, but in desperation—a daughter’s plea carried on the wind.