She huddled under the snow-covered bench, curled into a tight ball, trying to preserve every degree of warmth her emaciated body could generate. It was at least a week since she ate. Shivering wasted precious energy, but she could not help it.
A man walked past. She whimpered. You poor thing, he said, then he reached out, scooped her up, and wrapped her in his coat. Was he savior or predator? Whatever his intentions, following him could not be any worse than the hunger and the cold.
She did not know what possessed her, but she licked his face.