You're a wild wolf, member of a wolf pack of the forest. It was night and the snow had already covered pretty much the whole forest. Your pack is being hunted down by hunters and you're in the middle of the camp, staring at dead wolves and blood spreading all over the camp. Suddenly, out of nowhere, several arrows come charging at the hunters injuring severely most of them, making them eventually give up and leave.

You can hear rustling from tree brunches nearby and you look up to see a hoohed man sitting on a tree, holding a bow and when he stares at you, he smirks slightly and chuckles under his breath.