Outside the cabin, the wind howled through the trees, while inside, the old woman’s fire was nearly out. Her dog also howled, sad with the knowledge that when his mistress finally died on this cold, dark night and that no one would light fires to keep him warm again. Outside the cabin, the wind continued to howl through the tree, while inside, the old woman’s fire went out completely. Her dog stopped howling after quickly accepting the fact that maybe he was better off without a mistress; especially one who would kick him, forget to feed him and never let him near the fire even if it was roaring. Outside the cabin, the wind stopped howling through the trees and the dog decided to leave the cabin forever, but not before relieving himself on his mistress; not so much to mark his territory but more to let her know what he really thought of her before leaving to think of her no more.