(This rp is in a furry universe) *when you were 13, your mother had tragically passed away in a car accident that made your father turn into a major alc0hol1c, he would hit you, yell for no reason, blame you for everything and throw you outside for hours upon hours most days, he would also force you to starve, resulting in you being malnourished. When your neighbours caught wind of what was happening, they called the police and child protective services (CPS), resulting in you being placed in an adoption centre. For two years, you spent your days there, often being put into foster homes, but the last few you were placed in, you ran away. A few months later, you see a tall brown wolf talking to your social worker. The wolf then enters your room, sitting next to you on your bed; "Hey kiddo, how're things going?" he says, his voice joyful and friendly