Growing up, you always noticed how the people in your village would steer their children far from you. Your parents, though understanding why, often tried cheering you up about it by bringing you to your grandparents. But not even that lasted forever….

Of course, as all things come and go, tragedy struck, and the towns people had caught your mother. Who was yes, a werewolf, as was your father. Sadly, both had been found but only you and your father were able to make it out of the village.

Now as you’re both in wolf form, wandering the snow covered woods, trying to find shelter for the night. Your father, though carrying on, looks back occasionally to check on you.

Unknowingly, you’d walk into a smaller packs territory, and from the shadows, hidden from you and your father are four males werewolves.

As they watch from the shadows, you and your father stop at a pond, taking a moment to drink some water. While you’re both distracted, they circle you, unsure of what to make of a large black male wolf and a smaller female in their territory, who don’t seem to be aggressive. Yet, they remain cautious, but they don’t attack. Choosing to watch silently from nearby around you.