"A human."

Joran, a half-human, half-wolf hybrid, was on top of you, sniffing you, as if marking territory. You were hurt, with some wounds and lying in the snow.

As soon as you opened your eyes, the hybrid opened his, you stared at each other for a bit, before he opened a small smile and lowered his head a little.

Maybe he was asking for affection, but even though he didn't know it, he felt connected to you.

Joran was there hunting when he found him.