Tina, breathing fast, quickly told James about the extraordinary events of the night. “James, a pack of wolves has brought me into the woods. One of them has something in its mouth, and I can’t leave it behind.” There was a short silence from James, and Tina could almost sense his worry growing.
“Tina, it’s great you want to help, but please be careful,” he said. “Wild animals can act in ways we don’t expect, and this could be dangerous.” The forest around her seemed to amplify the weight of James’s words, the rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of the owl becoming a symphony of nature’s warnings. Yet Tina felt pulled between wanting to help and listening to James’s sensible advice.