Wolf girl
Gathers berries
In the woods,

Swiftly kills
A wild hare
For food,

Gathers branches
She sharpens
As arrows,

Brings home
Thick logs
For firewood.

She marks
The perimeter
With thorns,

Summons
Her wolf pack
To stand guard

As she reads
To the old woman
Recuperating in bed.

No one
Will ever hurt
Her grandma again,

Not while
She has wolf blood
In her veins,

Not while
She lives
And breathes again.