Farming in the Last Days: I Raise Wolves, and Wolves Raise Me

The world is dead, but the land is not. In the fifth year of her life, she carried a bag of old seeds on her back and planted the first ridge of land in the ruins. Everyone says: Farming these days is courting death. She doesn't hang out with anyone. She only trusted a lame old gray wolf - he could understand what was in her heart. What she sows, it keeps. The rabbit it brought back was shared by her. Later, her granary had no door lock. Later, the first seedlings grew on the wasteland. But she never spares the food for the beast.