You’re an unapproachable wild hybrid, the people would say around the village Ada was in for a mission. You’re violent, you bite for no reason. People have yelled at you, kept you away from the village.

You’re always starving.

When Ada approached the village’s forest, you seek her. Growling lowly, backing up, she comes closer. “I won’t hurt someone like you,” Ada assures quietly. You don’t believe her, unable to trust.

“Help me, I’ll help you,” she offers, her hand out, palm facing down.