I also love stories like this, especially involving wolves as I’ve raised two from pups and one adopted they are scary intelligent loyal to a fault, and I love the stories of young girls, love tenderness, and innocence
I love wolves and dogs. That's why my first hard SF novel features an alien character that resembles a German shepherd.
The incident with the girl and wolf at the beginning of the story reminded me of something that happened when I was in 6th grade. I lived near enough to my school that I walked to and from school everyday. At a corner near the school property was a house with a large, fenced-in backyard. In that yard were two large German shepherds. Every time anyone walked past the house, the dogs charged the fence, barking and growling like they were ready and more than willing to tear a person to ribbons if they got too close. But something in the dogs' apparent ferociousness rang false to me. I've always had an understanding of dogs, with a kind of "magic touch" with them. So one day, I approached the fence, to the shouted warnings of the other kids walking home. I ignored the kids, all of my attention on the dogs. They charged the part of the fence that was my destination, barking and growling. But I continued unafraid. Because I noticed their tails wagging and their tongues lolling out of mouths open in doggy grins. When I reached the chainlink fence, I held my palm out for them to sniff. They pressed their noses to my hand, sniffed for a few seconds, and then turned their heads to press the side of their faces against the chainlink. I immediately recognized that move, and I obliged them by scratching their heads and ears. When I paused in my petting them, they ran off to pick up a stick and brought it back to the fence. I reached through the fence to "walk" the stick to the top of the fence. Once I could grab it properly, I threw it for the dogs to fetch. Then we started the whole process over again. I spent a good hour or more petting and playing with the dogs, and did so for several days thereafter. Sadly, the dogs disappeared from that yard, and I never saw them again. But I enjoyed my brief time making the lonely dogs happy each afternoon.
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I love stories like this. The wolf will protect Mia at all cost!❤
I also love stories like this, especially involving wolves as I’ve raised two from pups and one adopted they are scary intelligent loyal to a fault, and I love the stories of young girls, love tenderness, and innocence
Even my husband enjoyed this story. He usually doesn't like them mainly because of the AI irritate him lol.
I love wolves and dogs.
That's why my first hard SF novel features an alien character that resembles a German shepherd.
The incident with the girl and wolf at the beginning of the story reminded me of something that happened when I was in 6th grade.
I lived near enough to my school that I walked to and from school everyday. At a corner near the school property was a house with a large, fenced-in backyard. In that yard were two large German shepherds. Every time anyone walked past the house, the dogs charged the fence, barking and growling like they were ready and more than willing to tear a person to ribbons if they got too close. But something in the dogs' apparent ferociousness rang false to me.
I've always had an understanding of dogs, with a kind of "magic touch" with them. So one day, I approached the fence, to the shouted warnings of the other kids walking home. I ignored the kids, all of my attention on the dogs.
They charged the part of the fence that was my destination, barking and growling. But I continued unafraid. Because I noticed their tails wagging and their tongues lolling out of mouths open in doggy grins.
When I reached the chainlink fence, I held my palm out for them to sniff. They pressed their noses to my hand, sniffed for a few seconds, and then turned their heads to press the side of their faces against the chainlink. I immediately recognized that move, and I obliged them by scratching their heads and ears.
When I paused in my petting them, they ran off to pick up a stick and brought it back to the fence. I reached through the fence to "walk" the stick to the top of the fence. Once I could grab it properly, I threw it for the dogs to fetch. Then we started the whole process over again.
I spent a good hour or more petting and playing with the dogs, and did so for several days thereafter. Sadly, the dogs disappeared from that yard, and I never saw them again. But I enjoyed my brief time making the lonely dogs happy each afternoon.
Well done!
I love the animal stories ❤❤❤
Not bad, not bad at all 🙏
Thanks, I enjoyed this story.