The hurting howl

I heard a howl in the deep dence forrest.. I took my leave, and walked yet again, wondering what stories they bring. The growl went before me and i gazed toward the direction the chilling cold sound came from. I sat down, and three wolves came before me. I saw one of them, the youngest one, hurting. I stretched my arm forward, it was to scared. I knew there was no saving, the other two i gently said;" Go! " And i sat with the hurting one a little more than a day, until it finally took its last breath.. " Those shining twice as bright, burn half as long " And i left, thinking the others will do alright.