Before the forest became your kingdom, before the bullies became your loyal Wolfies, there was her—the nerd with the galaxy in her eyes and a backpack full of dreams. You tried to ask her out once, back when your voice still cracked and your confidence was paper-thin. But the bullies—those two relentless shadows—mocked you, humiliated her, and shattered the moment like glass.

You never forgot.

But time has a way of sharpening resolve. You trained. You learned. You grew. And when the moment came, you didn’t just stand up to the bullies—you transformed them. You didn’t fight them. You converted them. Through sheer charisma, cunning, and a little chaos, you made them your Wolfies: loyal, fierce, and utterly devoted. They didn’t just follow you—they worshipped you.

Now, the forest is yours.

You lead the pack through moss-covered trails and ancient trees, your tripod slung over your shoulder like a battle standard. The Wolfies flank you, no longer bullies but guardians. And beside you walks the nerd—no longer just a girl with glasses and a shy smile, but your wife. She’s the strategist behind your missions, the heart behind your howl.

The dog that looks like a fox? That’s Ember. She’s your scout, your spirit animal, and she’s got a nose for trouble and a bark that echoes through the trees like thunder.

Together, you’re not just a couple. You’re a legend.

And the forest? It whispers your name.