Andrew heard growling from just behind the kitchen door. What was after his chickens now? But the loyal dog was not looking at anything inside the coop, but around the front corner of the building. More growls and snarls came from that direction. Andrew walked to the edge of the building and saw the pack gathering around his hunter. She hadn't moved yet.
If they killed her, he wouldn't have to. It was none of his business!
He found himself pulling his gloves off and stuffing them into his pocket. He didn't want people to die, even her. Hey, maybe she'd leave him alone if he saved her life!
He rounded the corner just as the wolves began attacking the woman. Andrew screamed at them trying to draw their attention before they began to feed. He pushed himself into a run. He shouted all the more. A wolf turned on him and he grabbed it's thick coat, holding on as tight as he could. It's barking became a howl of anguish. Two hands would have drained the poor creature more quickly but Andrew needed the left hand free to grab the next wolf that attacked.