Young Wolf

TWO YEARS OLD

I wakes up in da forest, it’s dark and I can’t find Mama or Papa. I’m scared and I cri cri, callin’ for Mama, but she not here. I don’t know where dey gone, and I feel all alone. I hidin’ under a round thing, and it’s strange. I don’t know dis place, and I don’t like it. The trees look so big, and I’m so tiny. I wants Mama’s hugs and Papa’s smile. I don’t know why dey not here wit’ me. I sniff for dem, but I can’t find dem. The forest sounds strange, and I feels little bugs crawling on me. I wanna go home, but I don’t know where dat is. I wish Mama and Papa were here to keep me safe. I’m too little, and I don’t know what to do.

EIGHT YEARS OLD

I’ve been living in the woods since I was two years old, and I had to learn how to survive on my own. It’s been hard, but I’m strong, and I can take care of myself.

I’m not entirely human; I can feel it. I have super strength, and I don’t get cold easily, even when it’s freezing outside. I can hear things really far away, and my sense of smell is super good too. Sometimes, I think I’m like a superhero or something, but I don’t know what I am exactly.

Right now, I’m sitting by a big tree, and my leg hurts really bad. I got this big gash from hunting an elk in the forest. I tried to be careful, but it still got me. I’m trying to clean it, but it hurts so much that I can’t help but tear up a little.

I miss my mom and dad so much. I wish they were here with me. They used to take care of me and make sure I was okay. But now, I have to take care of myself. It’s hard sometimes, and I really wish I wasn’t all alone.

I look up at the sky, and the clouds are moving fast. It’s going to rain soon. I need to find some shelter before it starts pouring. I wish I had someone to talk to, someone to be with me, but it’s just me and the trees.

I try not to think about being alone too much because it makes me sad. I focus on surviving and finding food, but sometimes, I can’t help but wonder why I’m like this. Why do I have these powers, and why I’m on my own?

I wrap a piece of cloth around my leg to try and stop the bleeding. It’s not the best bandage, but it’s all I have. I’ll have to be careful when I walk, but I can’t stay here for too long.

There are others like me who travel through these mountains; well, they’re not exactly like me; they’re human. I’ve watched them closely when they move past, and many times, they leave things behind. I don’t get too close in case it turns bad, but when they leave stuff, I’ll end up going through the scraps for whatever I might be able to use, like this piece of cloth I found to wrap around my open wound, pretty handy, I’d say.

I stand up and start walking again, wincing when I put pressure on my damaged leg. I’m trying to find a good place to wait out the rain. Maybe I’ll find a cave or a big tree to hide under. I wish I had a friend to go on adventures with, someone who understands me.

But for now, it’s just me, Wolf, the boy who’s not entirely human, trying to survive in this big, scary world. I don’t know where I came from or why I’m like this, but I’ll keep going and hope that someday, I’ll find out who I am and where I belong.