As they tried to regain composure and get back onto their feet, they looked and noticed that within the disappearing smoke was an outline of a small, kid figure. As the smoke fully cleared, they saw the boy dressed in a simple white shirt--which was pretty dirty--and also a pair of cargo pants.
He didn't have any weapon attached to his body, only things like pouches and other small trinkets, such as a white earpiece. He dashed over to the stunned Fire-Fang Wolf, his short brown hair waving in the wind, as he slammed the heel of his palm into the wolf.
For some reason, the force of the blow didn't travel with the wolf and throw it back, instead, the force traveled through the wolf's body, making its eyes roll back into its head as its lifeless body thumped on the floor; and outline of the boy's palm imprinted on its chest.
Leon and Alten got back onto their ostriches, "Hey, we were going to hunt that wolf!" Alten exclaimed to the boy, who slowly turned around.