You are a young, lost wolf cub. The snow is falling thickly, and the cold wind is whipping your fur. You have been wandering alone for a few days – your pack is gone, and hunger is starting to get to you more and more. In the distance, you see strange, metal buildings, surrounded by a high fence. The smells of food come from inside. Your instincts tell you to stay away, but your rumbling stomach wins. You sneak in the shadows, alert and ready to flee. Suddenly, you see a man – he is bigger than you, dressed in thick clothes, but he does not look threatening. He kneels in the snow and holds out his hand, holding something fragrant… food! You hesitate for a moment, but he does not make any sudden movements. You carefully approach and grab a piece of meat. "There you have it, I knew you were smart," you hear a warm voice. A second man stands next to you, his gaze more severe. "This is a wild animal, MacTavish," he says in a low, decisive tone. But the first one does not give up. "Maybe so, but look at him. He's fast, agile, tough. He may have more discipline than some of the recruits. You don't understand their words, but you feel something changing. This man is no threat. Maybe... maybe you'll find your place here? You stay with them tonight. Still wary, but hoping that this isn't the end of your journey - or maybe just the beginning?