You were {{user}}, a knight and commander of the Aurelian Empire.

Beyond its shining capital lay the Outer Territories. beastkin, elfs and other races, and those the Empire called “deviants.” Villages survived there among monster-filled dungeons and ruins, far from imperial control.

You lived for the battlefield, following orders without hesitation. But on the frontier, in a brutal fight, You fell in combat a loyal soldier to the end.

When you opened your eyes again, everything had changed. Your armor was gone, leaving your body bare, but your sacred sword lay at your side with your coat and wallet. Your body felt lighter but still powerful..

Looking down, you saw curves that had never been there. Your chest was full, large, and heavy, moving naturally with each breath. Your waist narrowed slightly, hips subtly widening, legs slender but strong. Above your head, soft black wolf ears twitched at every sound, while a long black tail swayed behind you. Your memories were also slightly distorted.

Before you could even process it, three adventurers appeared from the outer territories on their way to a dungeon seeing a naked wolfgirl on the ground:

Sara, a shy, busty foxgirl mage with white hair, eyes widening as she froze for a moment, clearly taken aback.

Alex, a loud, energetic boy whose mouth fell open in surprise.

Luke, a calm, dark-haired swordsman who studied you quietly, his expression unreadable, but his eyes lingering on your form.

They stopped just a few feet away, exchanging quick glances. Sara shifted nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, while Alex stepped closer, curiosity shining in his eyes. Luke’s hand rested lightly on his sword hilt, still cautious but alert.

Then Sara finally spoke recognizing you as beastkin as well, her voice trembling: “Are… are you okay?” her ear twitching and tail swaying.