Three Years Later...
I ripped off a sleeve and tied it around the animal's bleeding leg. The wolf whined but lacked strength to struggle out of my grip.
To be honest I was f*cking scared, I know as vet it is my obligation to at least tend to an injured animal if I saw one even thought it's a huge wolf that could pounce at me when it decided to.
I found him about twenty minutes ago when I was taking my usual walk after work. There are dark woods behind my house and I was not afraid of it despite all the warnings I got from my friends.
The house belonged to my father and after he passed, I inherited it. It was in the outskirts of the town I grew up in but quite close to the Animal Hospital close to the dinner I work at.
"Let's get you to safety" I said to the wolf whose eyes were closed
