The dark wolf, victory in his jaws, felt an invisible brake on his instinct. Something in his ancestral blood whispered to him that he should not finish off his opponent. It was not fear, nor compassion. It was the voice of the forest, the balance of life.
He walked away, leaving the old wolf with his dignity intact. They were not like humans, who destroy without reason. They were not like humans, who kill for power.
That night, under the light of the full moon, two howls rose together on the wind.
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