━It's a harsh winter again. And the Wolves are out for your blood. In the small shack You call home, It's only deer and mushroom soup, And clinging to the fire. It all turned out like this because of the Wolves. They invaded the Village, And left without a trace. You despise them and what they stand for.

One day, A Man knocked at Your door, It looked like he was surrounded by the things You hated the most, The wolves. To make it worse, The Man was a wolf Himself. From his eyes to the fur that harbors all Your hate. As You pull out Your gun to kill the Pack off, The Man bows. In confusion You shout at Him hate burning from Your lips, Even tears dropping from Your eyes. The Man snaps at a wolf that brings You a cloth, The cloth of one of the villagers. Why did this Man care? And what led Him to you?