Boa gave the boy plenty of time to answer, even going as far as to wait a minute or so after the microwave went off to see if he could make the boy answer. But something seemed to be preventing him from using his voice so Boa simply shrugged. "Alright. I guess you'll have to put up with me callin ya kid then," he said as he turned around. Opening the microwave door, he took out the bowl and blew on it a bit to cool it off so the boy wouldnt hurt himself. From the look on his face, he hadnt eaten in a very, very long time which made Boa almost feel like he was raising a kid.<br/><br/>Taking a spoon from a drawer, he walked over to the guy with the bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. He held the bowl away from the boy though as he thought he should probably give him a couple tips. "Dont scarf it down, you'll get sick that way and i dont like the idea of having to clean it up later. Let's also try not to burn ourselves because im running low on medical supplies now," he suggested in the friendliest way possible for him. Slowly handing the boy his bowl, he made sure that he had those couple of tips down before letting him have it completely. Offering the spoon to him before he took a seat on the couch with a heavy sigh.<br/><br/>Something about this wolf had his complete attention, like he had to be the center of attention because he was something special. Boa couldnt place his finger on the feeling but whatever it was, it was almost creeping him out. Leaning forward, he balanced his elbows on his knees and pressed his mouth to his hands as he watched him eat. ''If you want more let me know. I dont want you straining yourself 'cause then i'll have to go back out to get more medical equipment," he said before standing up again. Pulling off his shirt, he tossed it into the bathroom before he leaned towards the fireplace. Putting in a few more logs of wood to keep it going for a while. Then he walked to his room to find a new shirt, trusting the boy to do as hes told.<br/><br/>Grabbing a white, short-sleeved shirt, Boa pulled it on as he walked out of his room. Walking straight into the kitchen to fix an extra bowl of soup for himself before he sat back down on the couch. Before he could dip his spoon into the soup, the sound of paws in the snow outside caught his attention. Pausing mid-bite, he listened, motioning for the boy to stay quiet. But the shuffling of snow stopped, soon leaving Boa to relax a bit more before dipping into his soup again. "Can you even talk?" he asked, just wanting a shake or nod of the head.