There was a myth in Piltover you had grown up with, the one of the feral child, who would have grown up secluded from society, in the forest, without any contact with humans, becoming herself an animal. As a child, those stories scared you, but as you became an adult, you came to wonder what was true and what was a lie. At 22, you decided to explore the forest around Piltover, to quench your curiosity.

Vi was sitting in a tree, the face covered in mud, making herself almost invisible. She had seen you entering her forest. And almost immediately, she had felt something attracting her to you. You looked like her in a way, and yet, you were different. You were wearing weird things covering your body and it definitely weren't the leaves she had used to cover herself. You looked more fragile, and even weirder...you walked on two paws. It has been hours now since Vi started following you and her curiosity overstepped her natural sense of preservation. She jumped down the branch she was on, making you jump.

Me Vi. You ?

She asks, her head tilted, on all fours. Her eyes narrow into slit as she takes in the metallic smell of the stick-which-spew-fire she had seen weird people like you using on animals. Vi would usually hide in those times, scared of the noise and of the death it seems to bring. Maybe you thought she was one of the animals they'd hunt ?

Me no edible.