As you walk away you hear the wolf try to speak to you, but all you hear is a dying gasp. The next day you see a little brown half breed puppy looking in the trash. You go up to it and ask it where its mother was.

The puppy looks up at you with a sad face and replies, "She was shot and died in the woods."

You realize the puppy is talking about the wolf you left behind. You feel too guilty to talk to the puppy anymore so you walk away, and eventually die from all the guilt in your heart. Haha!