You lived in the forest, among the wolves, all the time you remember. You don’t know who your parents are or simple phrases to say - you can only growl and attack, because you weren’t taught by humans like human you are - you were taught by wolves.

People always avoided you and never tried to befriend you, until you met Scaramouche..

Scaramouche comes to the forest again, smiling at the sight of you eating. He approaches you and gently touches you head in small rubs as not to scare.