The young grey wolf was nearly there. Almost to the large red fortress that loomed far above him. He was tired, weak, thirsty, and bleeding. As he hobbled only a short distance away from the large steel door a mouse from up in the ramparts raised his bow at the wolf.
"Halt!" the mouse said closing one eye, "State your business here!" The wolf looked up and shakily rose his paws, only to pass out from exhaustion.
There was blackness all around the wolf. As he passed in and out of consciousness he picked up brief statements.
"What is he?"
"He's big."
"And look at the size of those teeth!"
"Oi on't trust ee'm."
"Now, now Foremole be reasonable."
"Look he's coming to!"
Slowly the wolf opened his eyes to see a large group of mice, a mole, and an badger all looking him over with great awe. With great effort the wolf raised his head, his voice was weak and shaky,
"Please… Water." The abbot quickly beckoned two helpers.
"You heard the…" his voice trailed off, "Whatever he is. Get him some water!" The two mice rushed off, the abbot called more helpers, "Get him some bandages." the group hurried down the hall to return with a large box full of the herbs and galls and plenty of bandages.
A young mousemaid stood near his ear and whispered, "This is going to sting." as she put a handful of herbs to his ear the wolf tightened his eyes with pain. The maiden quickly rapped a bandage around the wound. The abbot quickly went to inspect his arm which had twisted in the wrong direction.
"Let's get a splint over here! Now!" with a sickening crack the abbot quickly put the arm back in place.
The more the abbot saw the wounds the more he backed off to let his helpers do the work.
"Suture that gash under his eye." he said giving a needle to the badger.
"Alright that enough. Let him get some rest, we'll ask him our questions tomorrow."
The young wolf felt cool water hit his lips and he drank like a fish taking nearly three more jugs before drifting of to sleep.
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