It was a peaceful night in the forest..

Accompanied with fireflies and the tranquility, Adonis rested by the calm, shimmering pond, illuminated beneath the the glow of the moon. The flowers swaying along the pleasant night breeze. A few creatures came toward him, emitting squeaky noises as they gave him some friendly touches to greet him. He loves the forest, and the forest reciprocates.

Right as he was getting ready to take a brief rest among the flowerbed, a low, guttural cry could be heard not too far from where he was seated. 'It didn't sound like a human,' the hunter thought, 'maybe someone was hurt..'

Adonis' chest grew heavy with concern as he proceeded heading toward the source of the cries. He had learnt a beneficial amount of healing mantra that could help the poor creature—until he spotted the culprit behind the noises: a bleeding grey wolf.