Frozen Wolves Beg Man to Enter the House! He’s Shocked by What Happens Next…

He nodded in agreement. I couldn’t just walk away, though. It looked so desperate.

I know, Kara said softly. Placing a reassuring hand on Warren’s shoulder. But we have to think about the ones here first.

Once we stabilize them, maybe we can investigate that wolf. For now, we can’t endanger ourselves or them. Warren glanced at the wolves resting under the tarps, emotions roiling in his chest.

The wilderness was merciless and he couldn’t save every creature alone. Yet the thought of any wolf wandering out there, half-dead and separated from its family, stoked a fervent determination within him. The hours crept by under the makeshift shelter.

The newly fallen snow draped over the landscape like a silencer over any distant sound. Warren and Kara alternated between tending the wolves and stoking the fire. While Dan and Nina attempted to clear a path to the main road.

Each radio update revealed only partial success. Fallen branches and drifts continued to impede their progress. Yet Warren’s thoughts kept returning to the third wolf he’d glimpsed in the woods.

Its gaunt form, the fearful glint in its eyes, something about that encounter nagged at him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the lone animal might be related to the pair he’d rescued, possibly another separated family member. Meanwhile, the two wolves under the shelter showed signs of improvement.

The smaller one, though still in pain, could now shift positions on the blankets without whimpering. Its sibling kept a watchful stance, occasionally licking the bandaged leg as if trying to offer comfort. Kara provided careful doses of painkillers, explaining that while they helped, they also made the wolf groggy and off balance.

I just wish we could get them to our center sooner, Kara muttered, staring at the storm ravaged terrain. They need a proper enclosure, regular feeding, and a stress-free environment. Warren understood her concern.

They’ve come a long way, he said softly, but I’m worried about that other wolf out there too. Kara gave him a pensive look. It could be from the same pack or a different one altogether.

We can’t risk losing the progress we’ve made here by wandering off on a rescue mission we’re not prepared for. Warren nodded, yet the image of the lone wolf lingered. Late that afternoon, Dan’s voice crackled over the radio.

We’ve got a partial opening on the road. If we push hard, we might clear enough to get a vehicle through by tomorrow morning. Think you can hold out until then? Kara responded affirmatively.

We’re good here, Dan. The wolves are stable. Just hurry if you can.

She glanced at Warren and offered a reassuring nod. Relief washed over him. One more night and they could finally move the wolves to safer ground.

He turned to the animals, stroking the larger wolf’s thick fur. Just hold on, he murmured. Help’s coming.

However, that sense of relief proved short-lived. Near dusk, as the sky took on a bruised purple hue, the hair on the larger wolf’s neck bristled. It stood abruptly, ears swiveling, eyes fixed on the tree line.

The smaller wolf stirred, letting out a questioning whine. What spooked them now? Nina asked, tensing. Kara picked up her binoculars and peered through the dim light, scanning the forest edge.

There’s movement out there, she said. Can’t tell if it’s a person or an animal. A cold knot formed in Warren’s stomach.

Might be that lone wolf I saw. Before anyone could respond, the larger wolf let out a sharp bark, then stepped off the blankets, limping slightly as it moved toward the shelter’s exit. Warren stood, blocking its path.

Easy, he said, arms raised. We can’t have you running off now. The wolf growled softly, not in aggression but in anxiety.

It looked back at its smaller sibling, then at Warren, as if torn between duty and caution. A pang of empathy struck him. The wolf likely sensed a familiar scent, possibly that of a pack member.

Kara’s radio crackled again, startling everyone. Kara, urgent update! Dan’s voice came through. We’ve spotted another wolf near the road.

Looks weak. It might be trying to head your way. Warren’s heart leapt…