An Elderly Widow Sheltered 10 Frozen Wolves — The Next Day, Police Surrounded Her Home! The mercury on the old porch thermometer had dropped out of sight, as if it too had decided to give up. In those mountains, when the cold sinks past what the body can understand, it stops being “bad weather” and turns into a quiet sentence. The blizzard roaring that night had a name on the radio—“The Devourer,” they crackled through the static—but Eleanor didn’t need anyone to explain it. In her late eighties