[ WP ] `` Raised by wolves , you say ? I was raised by a bear , that pretty little lady over there was raised among gators , and the doctor was adopted by ocelots . ''

As I turned away from my new host, disappointed that he did n't seem impressed by my story if wildlife survival, I weighed up my options. 
 
 Unsurprisingly Gator Girl was lounging in the pool. Her body was sunk so low in the water that, if it was n't for her enormous overbite I doubted whether I would have seen her at all. Her beady eyes watched me as I made my way across the room and I somehow got the feeling that she was hungry.... 
 
 Quickly, and hopefully imperceptibly ( for I was sure her bite was worse than her bark ), I veered away from the pool area. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the leathery skinned woman slide under the water and out of sight completely. She smelled like trouble, best to stay out of her doghouse. 
 
 I decided to head towards the man that Mowgli had said was a doctor. I doubted whether he was the mysterious Dr Moreau from whom the private party invite had apparently come, but my ears pricked up when I saw him lighting a cigarette. 
 
 He was tall, with dark hair and, somewhat against the fashion of the day, had a bandana wrapped around his head. It flapped in the wind as I approached. 
 
 Asking if I could borrow a light I introduced myself. He did have a light and If he found the name Romulus odd he did n't show it. Instead he simply nodded and extended the hand which held a book of matches. 
 
 When he spoke, it was only briefly and in short bursts, mainly enquiring about my time with the wolves ( making doubly sure they were n't foxes ) and asking about my relationship with my siblings. 
 
 When I asked why he did n't have any noticeable Ocelot features in the way the rest of us did, he just laughed. Splitting half of his military grade food ration with me he smiled and told me that the Ocelot he had spent time with had had'a less visible impact on his growth' than my time with the wolves had. 
 
 He stood up, turning around to see how the rest of the party was going. I thought he was looking for somebody but a pistol ( with silencer ) strapped to his inside thigh distracted me somewhat. 
 
 As he left I asked his name. Snake, he said. When I asked why ocelots had named him snake, he just shrugged and walked away. 
 
 I did n't see him for the rest of the night but later, after changing into my swim shorts in the locker room, I had the weirdest feeling I was being watched....
