She looked around the small room. There were skulls and skins hanging off every wall. All were once wolves. She noticed a corner cabinet where all his rifles were stacked. Hardly a fair fight is it. 'Why do you hunt these animals?' she asked her ungracious host. 'I enjoy it,' he answered without even thinking. She never understood why anyone would get pleasure out of killing an innocent creature, especially in their own habitat. She was starting to think she would have been better off outside on the rock he found her on, in the blazing wind that would have chilled her to the bone eventually.