Wild Wolf, Watch Out for the Dog

The villagers say that if you touch a corpse, you might find a treasure. In my case, I didn't find a treasure. I found a wolf. He was the commander of an army, a wolf king among men. Being betrayed by a villain was bad enough, but then a mutt (or, to sound more cultured, a village dog) carried him home and kept him. Is raising a wolf really that fun? Can you handle it? Come on, who's playing with whom is anyone's guess. This isn't beast-on-beast or human-on-beast. It's just a story about a village dog with a very slow reaction time who finds a poker-faced wolf general. It'll be finished soon. Not literary, not elegant, and not shy. Just a product of a fit of madness. Fine, I admit it. This is the legendary story of a scum gong falling into the hands of a sweet, silly shou.