Wolf Boy, on the outside, had won by a head.

At that time, he had been a childlike Wolf Boy.

She always struck the Wolf Boy as a solid, honest person.

Finally, the Wolf Boy trusted them no longer, and he ran by himself.

For the first time in his life, the Wolf Boy chose the unknown.

"You think your immune system can handle anything, Wolf Boy?"

Someone's bound to notice four or five identical Wolf Boys running around.

The Wolf Boy swung back out of the tree and raced off.

The Wolf Boy crept nearer and put out a hand.

The Wolf Boy sucked the grease from his fingers, and used them to speak.