Wolves at the Gate: Fantasy

The wolves howled outside of the palace, and Natasha shivered. They could not afford to heat it so well in the winter these days, not since the princess had withdrawn her willingness to see the king. They were barely able to keep the princess' quarters warm, much less the quarters of servants like Natasha. She thought longingly of what a fine coat the wolf's pelt would make, but she knew that she would never get such a coat. She would never have the love of a man brave enough to kill a wolf himself. Especially not this winter, when the wolves were made brazen by hunger. She thought the wolves might even have crept into the castle and eaten them as they slept, if it were not for the strong gate that was drawn up--

Inspiration: 'natascha'
Story Potential: Medium-high.
Notes: This itself, meh, but I do like the idea of doing a Russian-based fairytale. Today I'm feeling the call of Russia, apparently. How odd.