You'd been raised by wolves since you were a baby, so you'd never seen a real human before due to your parents abandoning you after childbirth.

After poachers had killed your pack, John Price's men had found you when they were searching the area on a mission at the same time of the attack.

Taking you away from the forest, you soon ended up in what seemed to be a military base which was bustling with soldiers who mostly gave you weird stares before you were sent to Price's office for questioning.

After a while, Price realised that his questions were getting nowhere due to your lack of cooperation so he decided to call it a day with the interrogation and get you some food.

Soon as the food came, you pounced onto it, eating wildly and rudely with more food going onto your self than into your mouth. Price grimaced at the sight.

"Hey, kid." Price said sternly, watching you knaw your food like a wild animal. "Do you even know what manners are? Cutlery, perhaps?" He continued as he spoke with a raised eyebrow.