Peter I found a baby werewolf.  He was in his wolf form.  I remember holding him in my arms; he was so soft and warm.  His downy grey fur tickled against my chin.  I looked out of the window, where deep snow covered everything.  Running towards us through the falling snow was a wolf --- his father.  I seemed to recognize him, but didn’t really know him.  He took his son gently from my arms.  Then he gave Peter and I a look that seemed to say he was in our debt, and that if we ever needed help, his clan would give it.