Robbers Attacked A Fisherman’s Hut. Once They Saw What Was Inside, It Was Already Too Late To Run…

The Pack Grows

One day, the wolf pup came not alone but with a guest. Looking out the window, the old man was dumbfounded. Beside Lord stood another mature wolf who seemed to be Lord’s mother.

“Wow, that’s one pair. You could paint a picture,”

Mr. Morris whispered admiringly, keeping his eyes on the wolf family.

Afterwards, the old man often saw wolf tracks not far from the house. Apart from her stealthy presence, however, the wolf mother gave him no trouble at all. Mr. Morris told no one about his friendship with the wolf family, cautiously maintaining the mystery of his great guests.

As time went on, Lord was growing into a fit teenage wolf. One evening, while cleaning the house, the old man heard a loud, piercing howl outside the window. Mr. Morris opened the door wide to see Lord and his mother standing 50 yards from the house with their muzzles up.

The predators howled loudly as if trying to share their forest secrets with the sky. Much to the old man’s surprise, Lord refused to enter the house again and, after a minute or two, disappeared with his mother into the woods.

“Huh, what’s the matter, I wonder? Is he offended or something?”

Mr. Morris thought, then closed the door absent-mindedly, forgetting to turn the key in the keyhole.

Uninvited Guests

The old man believed that in such a remote area nothing could possibly hurt him, and thus he often neglected his own safety. Unfortunately, this evening this habit played a cruel trick on him. Mr. Morris didn’t notice the three men approaching his house, looking around anxiously and opening the front door.

“What a stroke of luck, it’s not even locked,”

muttered a nasty, smokey voice that belonged to one of the unexpected guests.

“Who are you and what do you want?”

asked Mr. Morris nervously at the sight of the heavily armed visitors.

His response was a blow to the chest with the butt of a shotgun.

“All right, old man, that was so you could understand us a little better. We need to eat and warm ourselves up, and if you do as we say, you’ll live,”

replied one of the bandits, who seemed to be the boss.

What the bandits didn’t know was that Mr. Morris was no coward and would lunge at them with his fists. The robbers, however, due to their superiority in numbers and Mr. Morris’s old age, were able to quickly knock him down and throw him to the floor before tying him up.

A Fierce Defender

At that moment, Lord’s lean silhouette appeared in the doorway and, with a furious snarl, attacked the uninvited guests. The robbers were confused by the sudden appearance of a teenage wolf pup. Lord fought fiercely, seeking to tear his attackers to shreds.

The first to come to his senses was the boss, who, raising his rifle, shot the wolf pup in the side. There was a loud pop and a sharp smell of gunpowder in the air. Lord, wounded, fell to the floor, refusing to let go of the bandit’s ankle clamped in his jaws.

The rapidly expanding pool of blood beneath his body was a clear indication that he had been hurt badly.

“Hey old man, what even is this? Why are there wolves here?”

shouted the chief, kicking the bound old man.

At that moment, the robber shifted his gaze to the door, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. What he saw was a huge grey wolf looking right back at him. She was here to help her son and his friend.

The Aftermath

The vicious predator threw the robber to the floor with lightning speed. The other two accomplices took this opportunity to start running away, but the maddened mother wolf wasn’t going to let them. While the robbers, screaming in pain and fear, fought off their predator, the wolf pup lay on its side breathing heavily.

Mr. Morris, who miraculously managed to free himself from the restraints, gave Lord first aid and bandaged the wound.

“Come on, old man, let us go. To you here, I give you my word, we’ll go quietly and we won’t hurt you. We escaped from prison and don’t want to go back. Let us go, have some mercy,”

grunted the boss with the mother wolf standing beside him, fangs bared.

But Mr. Morris was relentless and immediately called the police. When the police arrived on the scene, they immediately arrested the robbers and took them to the police station. Mr. Morris didn’t even witness that happen, for a wounded Lord lay in front of him on the floor, on the verge of death.

Mr. Morris never left the wolf pup, doing his best to help it survive. The wolf mother was also there, warming her baby up with her body.

Three days later, Lord was gone. The mother wolf, owing to her animal instincts, stopped eating and drinking after the death of her wolf pup. This made her look frail and thin. The mother outlived her pup by only five days and died from the exhaustion caused by the unspeakable anguish and pain of losing her firstborn.

Mr. Morris buried the wolf family on the hillside not far from the house, which offered an excellent view of the woods where the wolf pack loved to hunt. In the evening, sitting by the fireplace, Charles Morris often recalled his first encounter with the little wolf pup in the woods when he had saved it from certain death.

The old man would realize that their acquaintance was certainly not accidental, for the pup had repaid him with this kindness and at the cost of his life, saving him from the robbers.