Earth's Doom

Elias (8)

"Um... Who are you?" I stepped back, confused at the young boy's sudden entrance.

"Wolf. Wolf hungry." He walked closer to me, still on all fours.

"Your name is Wolf? You're hungry?" I asked him warily.

"Wolf hungry. You smell like food." He walked in circles around me while sniffing me.

Do I smell like smoked beef or something? Is he going to eat me?

At that moment, something clicked in my brain, and I pulled out my paper bag from earlier, with the chicken skewers inside.

"Do you want this?" I waved the paper bag in front of him.

"Wolf wants food." His eyes lit up at the sight of food... Or should I say the smell of food?

"Okay. I'll give wolf food, and wolf be good to me, yeah?" I talked to him slowly, hoping he would understand my offer.

"Yes." He replied with shiny eyes, fixated on the chicken skewer on my hand.

"Good boy," I patted his head and gave him the skewer, which he enjoyed through and through. While I was looking at him eating, I thought about asking where his parents were, but I chose not to. Instead, I just kept on patting his head.

"Wolf likes food." He said after finishing one chicken skewer.

"Here, have some more," I handed him another skewer, "...Are you alone, Wolf?"

"Wolf alone now. Have family, but no more." I stared at him. He said such a sad thing, but his expression remained unchanged. Perhaps he had gotten used to being alone.

"...Where do you live?" I asked carefully. He looked around the age of 12-14, and his body looked very thin, as if he hadn't eaten properly in days. His beautiful, fluffy dark brown hair looked messy and dirty, covering his big blue-grey eyes.

"Wolf lives here." He finished his second skewer, and I handed him my last skewer.

What should I do now? Should I escort him to the police? Is there even a police force here? What if he wants to stay here, though?

"How long have you lived here?" I asked another question.

"Wolf always lives here." He answered.

So he grew up here? Did he and his family live in the woods? But his... Behavior and speech kind of made me think that, probably...

"Wolf, did, uh... Did your family... Walk like this?' I got down on all fours and began walking around awkwardly.

"Yes. Wolf's family walk like that. Like me." He finished his skewer and followed my tracks.

Oh my god, this boy was raised by freaking wolves. This sort of thing actually exists. What the hell? No matter how I think about it, that's the only plausible explanation. Who or what else would've raised him like this? A couple of very dedicated furries? Monsters? ...Okay, probably monsters, too, but hey. His name is literally wolf.

"Wolf, who gave you that name?" I stood up again and straightened my shirt.

"Human calls me wolf. I hide in bush. They shout wolf." He leaned on my leg.

...Did people mistook him for a wolf? I mean, I kind of almost did, too. But his story didn't explain how he understood human language. There are still so many mysteries regarding this kid. I sighed deeply, and made my choice. If he had survived his whole life here, then it probably isn't a good idea to force him to integrate into society. I've been in his shoes before...