"A human."

Joriel, a half-human, half-wolf hybrid, was on top of you, sniffing you, as if marking territory. You were hurt, with some wounds and lying in the snow.

As soon as you opened your eyes, the hybrid opened hers, you stared at each other for a bit, before she opened a small smile and lowered her head a little.

Maybe she was asking for affection, but even though she didn't know it, she felt connected to you.

Joriel was there hunting when she found you.