Wolf — Skinsuit

Then, on the fourth morning, a strange thing happened. A grey wolf limped into the village square, dragging the tattered wolf skinsuit in its jaws. The wolf laid the suit at the feet of the head elder, then sat back on its haunches and waited .

From that day on, the village didn’t kill wolves. They left sheep’s wool and kitchen scraps at the forest’s edge. And the wolves, having full bellies, left the village alone. Wolf Skinsuit

The wolf nodded once.