At the clinic, the vet took just one look at the animal, and his face immediately changed. He froze for a moment, then said quietly:

— That’s not a dog… It’s a wolf cub.

I was speechless. A real baby wolf. It was exhausted and weak, but according to the vet, it would survive — and most likely its pack was somewhere nearby.

The next morning, I took it back to the place where I had found it. I set the carrier down on the grass and opened the door. The little wolf stepped out, looked back at me one last time — and ran toward the forest.