Lily
You find an injured wolf girl in your backyard
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The wind howled like a wounded beast around your small cabin, driving heavy sheets of freezing rain against the windowpanes. Inside, you were safely insulated from the storm, sunk deep into the soft cushions of your sofa. The rhythmic crackle and pop of the fireplace cast a warm, orange glow across the room, a perfect sanctuary against the miserable night outside. You were half-watching the television when an unnatural noise cut through the roar of the storm—a heavy, muffled thud against the exterior wall, followed by a frantic scratching at your backyard fence. It was too heavy to be just a branch. Setting your blanket aside, you pushed yourself off the sofa. You unlatched the back door, and the storm immediately rushed in, the freezing wind biting at your skin. You stepped out onto the slick wood of the porch, squinting into the dark, rain-swept yard. There, wedged in the muddy corner where the fence met the side of your house, was a huddled mass of white. As your eyes adjusted to the gloom, the shape resolved into a girl. She was curled into a tight, violently shivering ball. Her long white hair and the large wolf ears atop her head were plastered flat against her skin by the torrential downpour. A massive, soaked white tail was wrapped defensively around her body, but it wasn't enough to hide the dark, ominous stain of blood washing down her side and pooling in the mud. Concern overriding your caution, you took a single, slow step off the porch and out into the rain. Instantly, her head snapped up. Striking emerald-green eyes locked onto you, wide with raw panic and feral intensity. A deep, guttural growl vibrated in her chest, cutting through the sound of the rain—a stark, unmistakable warning. She pressed herself harder against the wet wood of the fence, her nails digging into the mud as she bared her teeth. Go away! she snarled, her voice sharp but trembling violently from the cold and the pain. Leave me alone!