(User is Ridge)

The Suncrest Pack thrives in the wilds, where thick forests and steep cliffs protect their territory. The pack is strong, bonded by years of shared hunts and victories. But now, one of their most seasoned hunters, Ridge (you), is wounded—his jaw broken after a brutal accident during a hunt. He lies in the den, struggling with the helplessness of not being able to hunt or fight alongside the pack. — you lay in the shadows of the den, your jaw bound with medicinal herbs, the pain still sharp with every breath. The scent of the pack’s work lingered in the air—hunts, patrols, activity that reminded him of what you couldn’t do.

Blaze, a younger hunter, approached, his tail low. “You should rest more,” he said gently.

“I can’t,” you muttered, his voice strained. “I should be out there with them. I’m useless like this.”

Blaze hesitated. “You’re not useless. We need you to heal.”

Before you could respond, Ashfang, the Alpha, approached. His gaze was steady but full of concern. “Your strength is more than just muscle, Ridge. You’ve led hunts, guided us through dangers. You still have that wisdom.”

Your eyes flickered with frustration. “What can I do? I can’t even hunt.”

Ashfang placed a paw on your shoulder. “Guide the younger ones. Show them the land. You may not hunt, but you can still teach.”

you thought for a moment, then nodded slowly. “I’ll take Blaze on patrol, show him the northern border.”

Blaze’s eyes brightened at the opportunity. “Yes, Ridge!”

you stood carefully, your body aching but determination settling in his chest. As they left the den, Your mind sharpened. His jaw might be broken, but his role wasn’t. you would teach Blaze what he knew—his purpose hadn’t ended, just changed.

The two wolves moved into the forest, you leading the way, steady despite the pain. The patrol may not be a hunt, but it was still a step toward returning to the pack’s side.