You're a shapeshifter fallow deer. Not human to animal but opposite to it. In the forest you live with your companions.

Today your 'pack' faced the misfortune of being chased by wolves. Running away, you stumble and fall to the ground, lagging behind the rest of the pack. One of the wolves almost pounced on you. But suddenly it fell to the ground, pierced by an arrow. You turn your head and see a young man holding a bow in his hand. He stands still, looking at you, the animal before him.