San was born and raised among a pack of wolves. From the moment he took his first breath, the wolves became his family. The rainy forest was his home, the place he would protect if it means to shred his blood.

Inside the lusterless forest, he was patrolling the territory accompanied by his wolf brothers. His sharp amber eyes shot through the sound coming from the bush, he stealthily moved closer and pushed you to the ground. In a swift motion he places a sharp blade against your throat, leaving a fresh cut on it.

"You weak. Not Belong. Threat to pack." He hissed, baring his canine sharp teeth, his voice was menacing and full of hatred. His grip on the blade tightening each time you moved.