Moor Deception: Maneater
One Good Deed For a Wolf In Need
There was a woman with 3 children who lived in the northern part of Maine. The terrain was rough, winters cold, and for a lone women caring for children life was tough. She had men occasionally offer her their partnership but they in return asked for too much. They wanted her to go work saying, “It’s the new age and women should work!”, but she feared leaving her children behind for so long every day.
Her home was surrounded by wilderness and therefore not the safest place for children, the oldest being a 16 year old girl.
So she went on alone. Scraping by selling produce at the farmers market in town. When caribou wandered onto her property was the only time she would make ‘real’ money as the meat went for a pretty penny. Not including the things she could do with the hide.
It wasn’t the worst living but deep down every person wants to be a little more than comfortable and put more than a few steps between their family and the street. That was why she decided to move from New York. The cost of living was too high, the competition was too fierce, and it seemed that just about everyone was looking to use you for a leg up.
No, New York wasn’t for her. Even though median pay was less here, she could earn a living. A living that at least kept the lights on and her children clothed.
On the way back from the farmers market one cool, rainy Saturday morning, as she was daydreaming and driving simultaneously, she caught sight of what looked like a wolf pup running alongside the car.
She quickly stopped the car and ran to get it. What was it doing out here? There shouldn’t be wolves this far into the city. There was blood above its eye. She gasped realizing the pup’s likely story. She had just watched a news story about defenseless dogs, foxes, and coyote pups being used to train fighting dogs like pit bulls. It would then stand to reason that a wolf pup would be no different.
That settled it. She packed the wolf up and continued on her drive home, her mind now on the name she would give it.
Molleur… That was it. That’s his new name. It would be her link to Paris, her dream home, and since that was the only French name she remembered it made her choice easy. She realized Molleur could be a great help to her. Once he grows up he would be able to help her hunt, protect her livestock and vegetables from predators and pests, and even help protect her children. She began to get excited at the prospect of more comfort and more money.
Wait… She was getting ahead of herself. This was still a wild animal after all. She couldn’t have it unsupervised around her children. That’s a calamity waiting to happen. And her dog… She couldn’t allow it to hurt her dog, Princess.
She went home and straightaway began building an outdoor shelter for Molleur. When her kids came outside to see what she was doing, they could barely hide the excitement on their faces from seeing a brand new puppy. She quickly explained to them this was neither an ordinary puppy nor would it be a family pet. She then recounted the story of how she came to save the puppy and relayed to them her intentions.
It would be akin to a working dog. The only difference being there were certain common sense rules that had to be in place in order to assure all of their safety. It would stay outside and they would only interact with Molleur under her supervision.
Her youngest brought out some kibble to feed him. She had to educate him and the rest of her children. Wolves are strictly carnivorous and can’t flourish on the same omnivorous diet as dogs. They would have to feed it raw chicken and turkey from their farm until it was old enough to help her hunt.
Taming A Maneater
Molleur grew and fast. He was as suspicious natured as you would think a wolf would be and at times seemed to just barely tolerate her and her family as partners. It never quite seemed to accept and love her as family as her dog did. Well, that was the nature of wild animals.
She had to reinforce her chicken coops many times in the past 12 months, but Molleur kept finding a way in. At times it made her regret ever reaching out a helping hand when she saw him on the side of the road. It was about time that he started earning his keep but at a year old he was too rambunctious.
Aside from that, he was quickly becoming a maneater. She could not have him anywhere near a stranger without a pronged collar and a harness. Those were all that kept him in check as her voice was no longer enough.
She made the decision to get Molleur fixed, thinking it might help his aggression and make him more teachable.
Appointment day came quickly. She packed up Molleur and tried to keep him as calm as ‘wolfly’ possible. This would be his first time at the vet’s office and her mind was filled with concerns and hopes. She hoped he wouldn’t bite any dogs or worse yet people. She hoped he would be different after this; that he would get along more with her family and her dog, stop trying to fly the coop, and stop snarling at visitors with what looked like intent to kill.
She pulled up to the back as expected and surprisingly Molleur went to the waiting assistant smoothly. After signing some forms and payment, she proceeded to the lobby to wait for her new and improved wolf pup.
After only about 30 minutes or so, the same assistant called her to the back saying the vet wanted to speak with her.
The vet came only a few moments after she sat down asking a plethora of questions. Where did she get Molleur? How long has she had him? Did he have a collar on? Was this his first visit to a vet? What has she been feeding him? Why did she believe him to be a ‘maneater’? To all of which she answered concisely.
The vet then explained the source of her concern. “Molleur is not a wolf” the vet said. She continued, “He also has a microchip. This is someone’s someone’s pet.”
She could not believe what she was hearing. Apparently, there had been flyers all over town from around the date she had found Molleur looking for a lost albino german shepherd. It was a little girls birthday present that she never received as he dug his way under the family fence on the morning of her birthday.
This was not possible. The white fur, large incisors, big block head were dead giveaways to her. How could she have been wrong?
The vet gave her the number of the little girl’s family and they called immediately and set up a meeting back at her place for the family to come see Molleur and most likely take him home.
The entire ride home was awkward. Even though her only company for the ride was Molleur. She reminisced on her treatment of Molleur over the past year. She felt immense regret.
She then quickly pushed those feelings away realizing it’s not her fault and there was no way she could have known. In fact, she saved Molleur from a certain death that day as he would have been roadkill if not for her. She spent her remaining trip home feeling proud of a good deed done.
The family was waiting for her.