I Am Alone

/It Has Arrived/ Chapter 2: Making A Friend

A/N I have decided to make a chapter of this every other day. The schedule will be, this, Journey, and then back to this. I hope you all enjoy 😘

The cold cave wall supports my still aching body. I have no idea what has made me so sore, but I do not want to know.

I twirl fiber in my hands, it is strong, and can be used as string. Or as a primitive rubber, as it is quite stretchy.

I am running low on food. And I cannot live on berries forever, I need something to defend myself. Or at the very least, something to catch animals in.

I peer out of my cave, seeing nothing but the ocean and forested shore. I squeeze out once more. Picking up sticks on the way.

I wade in the shallows of the water that is not ice. It is freezing, but I see the movement of fish in the water. They do not know I am a threat.

Seeing one dart I swipe at it, missing and making a loud splash of frigid water. Some of the fish dart away, others come to investigate.

Positioning myself once more I hover my clammy hands over the water. Waiting for a fish to pass underneath.

A small one does, and I drive my hands down into the water. I manage to force a grip onto it and I throw it onto the beach. It flops on the shore, then shudders, breathing hard from its gills.

I feel bad, but my stomach growls more persistently . And I drag the fish back into the cave.

Using a sharp rock I gut the fish. And Leave the meat behind, I put the freshly gutted fish on a stick and hang it on the fire. I then throw the guts into the sea. I don't want to attract any wolves.

I leave my morsel cooking as a gather more berries and fibers. Picking up scraps of thick wood as I go.

As I grow closer to the deeper forest. I hear a low guttural growl, and a pair of bright yellow eyes peer out from the underbrush.

A large dark grey, and huge wolf reveals itself. It's teeth bared and ears laid back, its tail stiff and straight in the air.

I slowly back away, holding onto a particularly thick log I had picked up. If it pounced, I would give it a good hard swing.

It leaps, and I shift all my weight and the stick collides with the underside of the wolf with a hard thump.

It hits the ground, winded, I have knocked the wind out of it, but it was not giving up that easy.

But neither am I.

I position myself again for a swing. And the wolf goes for my legs. Snapping at them as I quickly jump away.

Gathering my balance I hear the wolf jump, taking advantage of my unbalanced state. I grabbed my stick again and whipped around. Slamming the heavy stick into the wolves head.

Like a brick it falls. Knocked out from the force of my blow. And I am now standing with a downed wild wolf.

It is still breathing, a bloody welp on its head from where I hit. It's chest rose and fell heavily and its tongue fell out the side of its mouth panting.

Raising my club once again, I am going to kill it, but I glanced down and looked into those bright yellow eyes and saw fear, it is to weak to protect itself.

I look over the wolf again.

It is skinny, scrawny, and malnourished, at least compared to the others that I had seen, and it had a long scar cutting across his left shoulder.

It's dark grey fur is thin, almost rubbed raw in places.

I feel sorry for the beast. And I drag him, as I am fairly sure it is a boy, to the entrance of the cave.

The fish is done. And although the fight grew my appetite, I break it in half and gave it to the beast, eating the the rest myself.

He ate it immediately, though still growling at me, it allows me to get closer to it without snapping at me.

He is probably starving, I feel his belly and he thumps his tail on the ground gleefully. I stifle a laugh.

For the first time in what had to be awhile. I spoke:

"Do you like that?" 

It is almost otherworldly, my voice is rough from lack of use. But kind, I guess, it is hard to tell, I hear my own voice very different then how it actually sounds.

I walk out to the sea again, fishing for the beasts belly. And my own.

Going out a little deeper. I position myself to catch some fish. I stick my hand in the water and grab around.

A sharp, unbearable pain shot up my arm. And I quickly pull my hand out of the freezing water.

On the end of my arm is a giant toothy piranha, its teeth sunk into my arm, blood is oozing from where it bit. Wiggling and jerking, flinging water everywhere. I pull  it off, its body is twice the size of my head.

I fling it on the shore, holding my bleeding arm.

It flopped for a moment, and then I grab  it and walk over to the injured wolf.

It growls, sniffs, and then it lolls it's tongue out panting again.

I sat the dead piranha next to its mouth, and cut it in half. Putting the rest on the low fire, letting it start to cook.

The wolf can't reach it, it is trying to grab it, but fails, and then paws at the fish, trying to bring it closer.

I grab it and hold it in front of the wolves mouth. It glances up at me, untrusting.

"Heh, are you not hungry? Come on, eat." It suddenly snatches it out of my hand, almost taking my hand with it.

I roll my eyes and wrap some fiber around my wounds. It at least stops the bleeding, but I have to be more careful about where I stick my hand.

I hear a thump and a slide, and I feel the hair rise up on the back of my neck. And out of the corner of my eye I see the wolf limping around the cave, sniffing around.

No, No, No, No!

I slowly turn around. And I look into those yellow eyes.

It walks closer to me, and I try to stay as calm as possible. It may not attack me since I fed it.

It makes no sound. And it stops with its head bent down so it is level with mine.

Please don't eat me. PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!

I can feel it's heavy breath. I can see its chest rising and falling.

It yawns in my face and lies next to the fire. Wagging it's huge tail.

I slide down the cave wall in relief, but it looks like I have another mouth to feed.