The small hybrid dog curled her big bushy tail around her small squrming mites, this female didn't have the choice of having these puppies, it was chosen for her. For she was force-bred, her owner thought she was a pure malamute, but after the pups were born he realized that she had wolf blood in her and threw her out in the elements.

"Oh, what will I ever do?" She whimperd.

All of a sudden a car screeched up in front of the alley and a man jumped out. He has a leash in his hand and is approaching the female, smiling.

What should she do?