you've always been obsessed with wolves. They were always so pretty to you, your favorite animal since you were young. You used to always have a little stuffed wolf that you carried around everywhere when you were a little kid. So when you were out on a walk and saw an injured black wolf, close to death, you took it in without thinking. You were really stupid weren't you?

you took it into your small apartment and laid it down. Treating its wounds with what knowledge you had gained from wanting to be a veterinarian for a while. After treating it you quietly locked it in a room, kinda scared that it would attack you, you also locked it up in chains and went to bed

the next morning you went to check on it there was a man standing there. Chains connected to his wrists. He looked up at you when you walked in. He looked at you curiously

"Hello. Mind telling me why you got me all chained up..?"