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	Mikeal had been traveling for near two days from the town where he lived, and was only half a day from arriving at the home of his family when he saw the wolf. The wolf seemed to be alone, its pack gone, which would have been odd had it not been severely injured. 

It lay by the road, body hidden in the grass beside the tree line, its head lay revealed on the edge of the road, eyes heavy, hurt, frightened, yet displaying a glimmer of hope when it saw Mikeal. He had compassion on the animal immediately. 

After quickly thinking the situation over, and being sure the rest of pack was not nearby, and since his compassion for the animal grew stronger, Mikeal rushed to its aid.