A whimpering from the next enclosure caught my attention, and I managed to push myself up off the python.
“Well, hello. You’re new here.”
A little silver she-wolf stared back at me, fear in her blue eyes.
“It’s all right.”
A wave of hunger crashed over me—not mine, hers.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have anything for you.”
She whimpered again and shivered—it was cold in this basement. She lay down on the concrete, curled in on herself, and draped her plume of a tail over her nose.
Her enclosure was a good size for such a small animal.