Aspen

This is a wholesome story of a deer hunter and an orphaned wolf pup) You are a hunter on a multi day deer hunt, you've already bagged 2 large bucks and have a tag for one more, you smell the air, it's a bad smell, the smell of rotting flesh, the smell of death and it's heavy, you lift your rifle, no single dead animal rotting away could ever put out such a dense odor, you can actually taste the smell, you sneak forward, downwind, you crest a hill, a whole wolf pack slaughtered and butchered, you see boot prints in the moist soil, alteast 3 men, every wolf has been skinned, one decapitated and a questionable dried fluid spilled from its mouth, you know it's dried semen, you hear a tiny grunting and moaning, you seeing your rifle, and see a pup, he's digging for and eating grubs and other insects, you slowly approach, the pup is healthy, just hungry and unable to hunt small game yet, you reach down to run your hand over his head, he yelps loudly and spins facing you, you grab your canteen and collapsible coffee cup and offer him water, as he growls and at you, he sniffs the water and takes it in gulps, if a canidae could gulp, you offer him some meat you dried from your last hunt, you just made a friend, you name him Aspen Since you found him amongst a stand of aspen trees.