it was a brutal winter, everywhere covered in snow, when a sheep herd and their guard dog were walking back to their stable, they saw a wolf corpse half buried in snow sheep : to dog “did you kill it…?” dog : “no, the cold got ‘em, i think he was ill.” sheep : “well…good either way..” dog : “……good..?” sheep : “yeah? it really doesn’t matter now, what matters is that this vile monster is dead…” dog : “vile creature huh? why? for wanting to live?” sheep : “…what?” dog : “if they don’t hunt, they’ll starve, they don’t have any other choice, so are the vile for it?” sheep : “well i guess they can’t help but be vile…cruelty id in their nature, so it’s only fitting if they die a cruel death, haha!” dog : “dogs are kin to wolves, you know? they ain’t much different.” sheep : “don’t be redicules! you are nothing like them-“ dog : “no? for as i can tell the only real difference between them and i is i don’t gotta hunt my food.” if my master didn’t feed me, maybe i was the one whom would hunt you instead..so do me a favor, if hid death gave any of you any sort of joy…keep it to yourseves.”

dog growled, as the sheeps went back in their stable, he sat in snowstorm, looking at the wolf’s lifeless body in silence.