As the night wore on, the wolf remained by his side, a vigilant guardian under the canopy of stars. The old man leaned back against the oak tree, exhaustion claiming him. He closed his eyes, not from fear this time, but from a deep sense of peace. The wolf, as if sensing his vulnerability, lay down beside him, providing warmth and companionship.

When dawn broke, the forest was bathed in golden light. The old man awoke, feeling a renewed sense of hope. The wolf was still there, watching him with those perceptive eyes. As if understanding that the old man needed help, the wolf slowly rose and began to move through the undergrowth, stopping to look back as if urging him to follow.

Despite his frailty, the old man found strength in his limbs. Leaning on a sturdy stick he found nearby, he followed the wolf, which led him through the forest with a purpose. After what felt like hours, they emerged from the dense foliage onto a path that led back to civilization.