Halfway there, on a wide snow-covered field, he noticed a dark shape. At first he thought it was an abandoned sheep or a sack. But the closer he got, the clearer it became that it was a wolf.

He was about to step back, turn around, and run, when he saw that the wolf wasn’t moving. Only a small pup circled around, whining, rubbing its snout against its mother’s side, trying to lick her.

The man listened. The she-wolf was breathing heavily and unevenly. She had likely been caught in a trap.