And the black cat laughed...

He leans back and tilts his head so all he sees are the clouds in the sky. He's looking back inside his head with his eyes wide open. He still doesn't know where he's going; he decided he's not crazy or alien. It's just that he's more like one of those kids they find in remote jungles. A wolf boy. And they've dragged him into this fear riddled state, snarling and spitting and walking around on curled knuckles. He in a state of shock. Flight no longer an option, every single interaction is a fight. Foes and friends are blurred. There is only one way out. To go through.