Noemi kept her movements slow and deliberate, careful not to appear threatening. “I’m not going to harm you,” she murmured, her words barely louder than the sound of the waves. Just as she reached toward the trapped cub, the mother wolf moved between them, releasing a deep, rumbling growl that carried a clear warning.
Noemi stopped instantly. Her pulse thundered in her ears, but retreating no longer felt like an option.
“I’m trying to save your baby,” she said quietly, her voice trembling. “Please… let me.”
Taking a cautious breath, she lowered herself into the cold water. Her trembling fingers found the fishing net, which had twisted tightly around the rocks and the struggling cub. The soaked ropes refused to budge. Gritting her teeth, she pulled again and again, every ounce of strength focused on tearing the stubborn mesh loose.