The wolf, instead of lunging at the old man, paused and tilted its head, as if curiously examining this frail human creature. The old man’s heart raced, each thump echoing in the silent night. As he continued to pray, his voice trembled, but his eyes remained tightly shut, anticipating the end.
But the end didn’t come. Instead, the wolf sat down a few feet away, its gaze steady and inscrutable. The old man, sensing no imminent attack, dared to open his eyes. What he saw was a creature not of aggression but of calm curiosity. The wolf continued to watch him, its eyes flickering with an intelligence that seemed almost human.
