A/N: It's a short one this week I'm sorry if anyone is reading this please give me advice!
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"I suppose I should ask you whether you're going to stay." The orange glow of the fire illuminated Wolf's face. We were sitting around a fire eating some cooked rabbit. I took a large bite hoping that wouldn't make me have to answer. Behind us sat a pile of salvaged goods from the train. Wold had unburied part of the train and looted anything that would aide her in survival. I'd have objected but I hadn't seen it happening. At least she left me alone and didn't try to make me do anything.
"are you going to say anything?" I took another large bite dodging the question, I was in no state to make decisions.
"Arlo?" I looked up and saw that she was growing unhappy.
"I don't know where to go."
"Then you're staying, it's settled, we'll get you settled into a nearby cave tomorrow." I still didn't know whether it was that easy, I wanted to go home.
Tears began to sting, and my face wettened as several ran down my checks, I turned so she wouldn't see me crying and faced the glowing wall. The silence was thick and suffocated me like my grandma's sweaters. I did have one burning question on my mind that I needed to ask her so I decided to break the silence.
"What happened to your ear?"
"Oh, a great story that is!" I heard her as she tore away a chunk of her rabbit. I focused on a crack on the cave wall as she spoke.
"Alright, so I was hunting right?" She might not have even seen but I managed a nod.
"Well I used to suck at hunting, I couldn't even catch a fly" the words summoned memories of me failing to catch a fly, and I was questioning if she even meant fly because flys are impossible to catch and-
"I had a stick that I had sharpened an end using the cave floor- that's all I had- a stick! So I sunk into the deep woods and attempted to find my dinner!" She spoke as if there was nothing more exciting in the whole world except for the story of her hunting.
"It was getting dark and I knew that if I didn't catch anything soon I'd starve, so I decided to stay hunting for a little longer (blah blah blah)" her words blurred together and stopped making sense and sounded closer together and she buzzed like a bee. I zoned out of the story and focused more on how it sounded as the vowels escaped her mouth. Blah. Blah? Blah Blah!
My eyelids grew heavy and the cave felt ten degrees colder, I pulled my shirt over my knees and closed my eyes.
"and then CHOMP!" My neck shot up and the suddenness embarrassingly caused me to roll over like an egg. She snorted but didn't stop talking (man she talks fast!). I pulled myself off the ground and faced her.
"The wolf tugged at my ear and ripped this part clean off! There we were struggling in the middle of the night and I knew I needed to do something soon so I stabbed it with my stick!" I rolled my eyes, it clearly ignored the habits of a wolf, which I knew from school, she kept on plowing her eyebrows raising and lowering like a lake.
"The wolf kept me alive until I learned proper hunting, and the ear is a memento of my quest for survival"
"Did that really happen?" My sarcasm clogged my voice and I sounded a lot like her. She should have taken that as the remark it was but she didn't. She shrugged and stared into my eyes.
"Maybe." Then she killed the fire leaving the cave dark.
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AdventureOn his way home from boarding school, Arlo's train crashed leaving him not only stranded with no hopes of returning home but also alone- that is until he meets Wolf. Quirky, deceit and unruly Wolf aides Arlo in the task of survival as the two become...
