The wolf pads behind. Four legs silent in soft debris.
She reaches the cottage. Puts a hand on the door. Wolf pounces. The stalking hunter pulls the trigger. Wolf sprawls at her feet.
Hunter swaggers from cover. Pumps the second shell. Looks at his prize expectantly.
She drops him. Puts a bullet between his surprised eyes.
Wolf rises on two legs. “You’re bait next time, Red,” he says, brushing leaves from his fur.