Its shuffling against the door and whining made Jaya open the door, there it was softly whining, dragging its tiny body from one end of the porch to the other.
She carefully picked it up, it did not struggled or resisted, in place of that it snuggled against her like a dog, she could see clearly that it was not a dog, it was wolf or fox.
She fed it a bowl of milk and laid it down in the basket where her dog slept when he was alive. The puppy curled into a ball and fell asleep.
She woke up at dawn, like every day, she remembered the puppy when she was preparing her tea and went to check on it, a little boy, one or one and a half years old was sleeping in the basket, curled into a tight ball.