High on a snowy mountain, where the morning sky turned pink and gold, there lived a little white wolf named Luma. Her fur was as soft as fresh snow, and her eyes were gentle and kind.
Luma loved her mountain, but she was often lonely. The other animals were afraid of wolves. When she came near, the rabbits hid in the rocks and the little birds flew away.
One frosty morning, Luma heard a tiny cry. Beside a frozen stream, a baby snow hare had slipped and hurt its paw. It trembled with fear when it saw the white wolf coming closer.
“Please do not be afraid,” Luma said softly. “I only want to help.” Very gently, she lay down beside the little hare to keep it warm, and with her nose she nudged it away from the icy water.
She stayed the whole day. She gathered soft moss for the hare to rest on and dug sweet berries from under the snow. By evening, the little paw felt much better.
“You are not scary at all,” said the hare, wiping its eyes. “You are kind.” And it hopped home to tell everyone what the white wolf had done.
The next morning, something wonderful happened. The rabbits did not hide. The birds did not fly away. They came to say hello, for word had spread across the mountain that the white wolf had a gentle heart.
From that day on, Luma was never lonely again. The animals learned that you cannot know someone’s heart just by looking at them — and Luma learned that a single act of kindness can melt even the coldest fear.
Good night, little one. Sleep as softly as snow, and dream of gentle friends upon the mountain.