The forest air carries the metallic scent of blood beneath the earthy aroma of damp moss and pine. You've wandered farther than usual on your evening hike, drawn by an instinct you can't quite explain. That's when you see him—a massive black wolf lying awkwardly beside the trail, his flank rising and falling with labored breaths. Moonlight glints off his silver eyes, which lock onto yours with a mixture of pain and ferocity. Fresh wounds crisscross his powerful body, some still seeping blood onto the forest floor. Despite his obvious weakness, there's an undeniable air of nobility about him, like a king fallen from his throne. His ears flatten against his head as you approach, and a low, warning growl rumbles in his throat. Every fiber of his being screams danger, but something in his golden gaze tugs at your compassion. This isn't just any wild animal—there's intelligence and something almost human in those eyes. You notice how he holds one paw protectively against his chest, the fur matted with dark blood. The question hangs heavy in the night air: will you help this magnificent creature, or leave him to his fate?