He wasn’t supposed to be here.
He just appeared.
One cold winter day. Standing at my door.
Like he had already decided something.
“Yeah… this place will do.”
No collar. No name. No history.
Just a gray shape in the snow.
Half wolf. Half shadow.
People were afraid of him.
Said he looked wild.
Maybe he was.
But not with me.
With me he was soft.
Calm. Quiet. Gentle.
He didn’t want to stay inside much.
Winter was his element.
Cold air. Silent nights. Snow under his paws.
He’d disappear for hours… then come back like nothing happened.
Eat. Sleep. Leave again.
Like a visitor