At the Log Cabin Wendy worked as a warden in one of the national parks.

She had joined the army, but she became wearisome of the warhorse politicians who welsh on their promises, and decided on a whimsy to spend some time in the wilderness, the moon waxing and waning overhead. She was no wastrel and never wavered in getting up at six in the morning, even if she was weary for some reason. She was well-groomed, keeping her uniform tidily in a wardrobe, a habit that she had brought with her from the army. She lived in a log cabin by herself and cooked herself a wholesome breakfast each morning. Sometimes, she had to do some work at the cabin, such as welding metal or dealing with a warp in a piece of wood. All the warranties had expired on items in the cabin. There was no way to weasel out of doing it, because she was alone and no one else would do it. That particular morning, she stepped outside, plucked a few weeds which had taken root, caught a whiff of the fresh air and, on a whim, decided to walk through the forest rather than driving along the trails. She was wary. This was warranted because sometimes predators such as wolves would waylay their prey. She treaded carefully as roots and fallen branches whelmed the path. Soon, she heard nearby waterfall and the whirlpool at the bottom of it. This proved to be a watershed in her journey as she heard a whine nearby. She looked and saw a whelp. Had it been abandoned or lost? If so, that would warrant her intervention. She decided that it had and wheedled the young wolf out of its hiding place with some food. It whimpered and wheezed. Then, suddenly, it gave a whoop as she picked it up. Wendy whispered to it and walked back to the cabin with it to feed its wasted body. As she walked, she whistled and thought about this weird meeting. It would be difficult for the young wolf to weather the next few days. She fed it a Welter of food, which seemed to whet its appetite. She would whittle a whit or two of meat from her food for it. Like most young animals, the wolf was whimsical. It was also a little waspish and she had to wean it off that kind of behavior. In the evening, she lit the wick of a candle and watched the young wolf sleep.