Fortune Telling

When I was just born, I drank wolf milk for a few days. I thought of this wolf as my mother. I thought I would never see her in my life, until a woman came to me. Her eyes were red, she was holding a handful of gray hair in her hand, and her voice was trembling: My child, the one who saved you that snowy night was the she-wolf I had guarded for half my life. She told me that the wolf was guarding the entrance to the village and refused to leave, howling in the direction of my house every night. Now that it was too old to move, she asked her to come and see if I was still alive. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.