Nasya's POV
Matilda and I returned home just in time. No sooner had we stepped inside than the thick scent of blood hit my nostrils. I opened the door to find an elderly gray wolf standing on the doorstep, his gaunt frame wrapped in a tattered cloth. His ribs protruded sharply beneath his thin fur, and beside him stood a small girl no older than six or seven. Though thin herself, she appeared healthy, her pale skin dotted with freckles beneath a cloak of animal pelts.
"Leif, Wynn, you're here. Come in—it's still snowing outside."
I stepped aside to let them enter, but Leif remained motionless. Wynn glanced at her grandfather before mimicking his stance.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"The wound... it'll dirty your home. We shouldn't come inside." Leif took a step back, and Wynn followed.
I waved them off. "It's fine. Just get in here so I can treat you."
