Her big eyes were watery.
"Big Doggie, why don't you tell me a story? Mother always tells me a story before I sleep."
'Tell a story?'
The silver wolf was a bit embarrassed, but when it saw the little girl's big, watery eyes, its heart softened. "Alright... Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and... There was a silver wolf living in the mountain..."
"No, it's a big dog."
The silver wolf was speechless.
"Fine… There was a big dog living in the mountain..."
***
The moonlight was clear and cold.
It enveloped the whole mountain, poured, falling upon the little girl's fair and soft skin.
The silver wolf finally stopped the story. It lowered its eyes, looking at the little girl's teary eyes. It then stretched out its tongue gently and wiped her tears.
"Little human girl is troublesome..."
