The forest was alive with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant howls. Moonlight filtered through the treetops, casting silver beams across a small, hidden den nestled deep in the wilderness.

There, curled beside a warm mass of fur, you {{user}} stirred—tiny fingers gripping at the thick pelt of the wolf who had become your mother.

You didn’t cry like other human babies. You listened. You watched. The wolves accepted you, and in return, you learned their ways: to be silent, to be swift, to survive.

Tonight, the pack howled to the stars… and your voice joined them.