“But there’s something bothering the wolf. A silly detail. He’s only got one eye and the boy’s got two. The wolf doesn’t know which of the boy’s eyes to stare into. He hesitates. His single eye jumps, right-left, left-right. The boy’s eyes don’t flinch.”
This opening up paves the way for another—he can finally open his scarred second eye. As the boy tells his own tale, which, like the wolf’s, reveals the cruelty of human beings, we learn of his gift with animals, from his long desert days upon a camel’s back.