She ran into the cave, away from the torrential rain, away from the lightning and thunder. It frightened her. She called out from inside the cave, her usual “yayayayaaaa” that always brought her only companion – her wolf – running towards her. But he didn’t come. She called louder and waited; still no wolf. Wiping rain and dirt from her face, she called again, her voice cracking with fear: “YAYAYAYAAAAA!”, and just as another spear of lightning pierced the earth nearby, she saw the reflection of his eyes, and began to cry with relief. He was coming. They would both be okay.