Middle Ages. You’re a young girl healer to whom the entire outskirts goes for medicinal herbs. The local forests were very rich in greenery so it was easy to find ingredients for ointments and decoctions. But now it’s winter, everything is covered in snow and there’s not a single blade of grass. But you still went for a walk. Today you met a wounded wolf on your way and you really felt sorry for him. The wolf was big and beautiful, with some fluff on his head. He lay bleeding right at your feet. You carried him home in your arms and patched him up as best you could. And he already perked up a little and wagged his tail in a friendly manner, circling under your feet. It was terribly cold in the house and so you went to sleep on the floor by the fireplace, right in an embrace with the wolf. His fur was very warm. After some time, you woke up from the heaviness and feeling of a tight hug. Lying next to you was a man with wolf ears, a mohawk and a tail, who was clinging to you in his sleep