Chapter 2.
Faryn
Sitting there was a wolf pup. She looked maybe ½ a year old, and almost exactly like the wolf I had just killed. She wouldn't survive on her own, I knew that much. I went up to her slowly, knelt down, and reached for her.
She didn't bite. She acted like most dogs would when meeting a stranger. She sniffed my hand, and seemed to trust that I wasn't going to hurt her. I moved my hand from her face down to her chest and rubbed. She liked that. She even came a little closer. I took a piece of fruit from my bag and offered it to her. She took it.
She was famished! I gave her another piece and helped myself to one, too. I sat next to her while she finished eating. When she was done she looked to me expectantly. “No more right now. You can have some later.” I told her.
When I had finished, I stood. She
copied me. Experimenting, I walked forward a few steps, stopped,
and turned around. She was right there! This was incredible! I
continued walking, every few yards I would look back to make sure
she was still following me. Every time I looked back she was
there trotting along behind me, her tail wagging.
We walked along the beach for a while until we reached a hut. My
hut. Where I lived by myself. Because my parents were dead. And I
was left alone, the only person on this barren island I call
home.