Apr 7, 2025
A little lamb stood trembling in the clearing, face wet with tears. Hena could sense the sour smell of fear it carried as it wandered, aimlessly, for a flock long abandoned. They would be killed should any other creature find them. Slowly, she stepped out from the undergrowth, alerting the young Lamb of her presence. It froze, staring up at Hena with wide, glassy eyes, small fingers clutching their ill-fitting clothes tightly.
“I won’t hurt you,” Promised the dog, slowly extending an oversized paw towards the abandoned Lamb.
“Where is your mother?”