Life was hard for Chris. He couldn't find his parents and the light was slowly fading from the treetops. He was scared. The tiny brown pup wandered alone, jumping at the smallest sounds and cowering away from the darkness. He whimpered for his parents, where were they? They said they were going out to hunt and that they would be back with fresh dinner for the three of them, but that was in the morning when the sun was high, they were gone for a whole day. Where they abandoning him? Hungry and thirsty, he stumbled towards the outskirts of the woods. His parents had told him a long time ago that he shouldn't ever go out that far, but all Chris could smell was the delicious smell of the liquid the humans called 'soup' and roasting meat. It was coming from one of the human homes right outside the woods, and Chris just couldn't stand staying back here being hungry and cold with parents that disappeared. Shyly, he walked closer and closer to the house, running back towards the woods at any sound he heard. When light had finally disappeared and the owls began to leave their sleeping spots, Chris built up the courage to go right to the house. He knew humans were afraid of wolf cubs, although his young mind couldn't understand why. Hoping to find food around the house, he padded around the building, sniffing each corner as the smell of food teased his aching nose.