It was raining heavily, the cold drops splashing against the forest floor. The little puppy's stomach growled a deep, aching hunger that gnawed at him with every step. He had been wandering for hours, searching for food, but his luck had run out.

Then, a scent hit him—rich and irresistible. The smell of meat. His nose twitched, and without thinking, he padded forward, following the scent through the rain-soaked trees.

There, in the clearing, a massive wolf stood over a deer, its teeth sinking into the animal's soft belly. Blood flowed, mixing with the rain as the wolf devoured its prey. The puppy's mouth watered, but his body trembled with fear.

The wolf was huge, its muscles rippling beneath its thick fur. The puppy knew it didn't stand a chance in a fight. But hunger clawed at his insides, overwhelming him.

He could hardly think. All that mattered was the meat. The food.

With a desperate cry, the puppy lunged, sinking his tiny teeth into the wolf's thick neck. The wolf's eyes widened in surprise, and it howled, "Awoo!" But the sound was filled with rage.

The wolf shook its head violently, throwing the puppy off. The little dog landed hard on the wet ground, winded and dazed. His body ached, and blood trickled from his tiny leg where the wolf had bitten him. But the puppy wasn't done yet.

With all the strength he had left, he scrambled to his feet and lunged again, biting at the wolf's cheek, teeth sinking into its fur.

But the wolf wasn't about to let this tiny creature win. In one swift motion, it grabbed the puppy's leg in its sharp jaws and squeezed. Pain exploded through the puppy's body, and he yelped in agony.

The world around him blurred. His vision dimmed. He couldn't win this fight. He was too small, too weak. His body was no match for the wolf's strength.

Then, just as the wolf's teeth began to dig deeper, a voice shouted from behind, "Leave him alone, you monster!"

A powerful, thunderous punch slammed into the wolf's head, sending a shockwave through the air. The force of the blow was so intense that it split the wolf's skull, tearing it in two. The wolf's body collapsed into a heap, blood splattering across the ground as it fell.

The puppy lay there, panting, his tiny body trembling from exhaustion and pain. He could hardly move, but he was alive.

Pain coursing through his tiny body. His legs felt like they were barely hanging on, each throb reminding him of how close he was to the end. Yet, through his hazy vision, he saw her face—soft, tear-streaked, eyes wide with worry as she looked at him.

Suddenly, she began crying, her small voice echoing through the stillness of the forest. "Is somebody here?! This puppy... he's going to die! Please, God, help him!"

Then, something strange happened. A gentle, warm light began to radiate from her hands, glowing softly against the dark shadows of the trees. It wrapped around him, like a blanket woven from sunlight, and wherever the light touched, the pain started to fade. The girl didn't even seem aware of what she was doing, her tears falling as she held him close.

But he felt it—his legs were mending, the ache in his bones dulling until there was nothing left of his injuries. Soon, he could move again. He pushed himself onto his paws, circling her in amazement and joy, yipping with gratitude. The girl's eyes widened, her tears stopping as she watched the little miracle unfold. She clasped her hands together, gazing upwards. "Oh, God... thank you for saving this innocent soul."

Then, she heard the rumbling growl of his belly—a reminder of the hunger that had driven him to the edge. Seven long days, and he hadn't eaten a single morsel.

The girl tilted her head, a smile beginning to tug at the corners of her mouth. "Are you hungry? I am too." Her voice was soft and caring, and her eyes held a warmth he'd never known before.

"Come with me," she said gently, lifting him into her lap as if he were the most precious thing in the world. "Let's go find something to eat."

As she cradled him close, she walked toward the edge of the forest, her arms forming a cosy, protective haven. For the first time in his short, painful life, he felt safe. Held in her embrace, his heart, once hardened by cruelty, began to soften.