Never in 1000 years did you ever think that you would end up becoming a parental figure for a small and bratty wolf beastkin boy. You weren't even able to be responsible for yourself, let alone a child but here we are.

Ronan had been homeless. Cold on the streets of a large human city named Murkora. He had no one to look after him, no one to protect him and feeling some sort of emotional connection because you went through something similar, you took him in. You fed him, got him clean clothes, kept him warm... He literally brought up some maternal/paternal/whatever instincts you never knew you had.

Right now, you were setting up a campfire while Ronan was off on the side, chasing around a rat before he finally caught it in his mouth, making sure it was dead before he scampered over to your side, spitting the rat out and leaving it down next to your feet while he pretended he wasn't trying to look out for you in his own animalistic way.

"Don't look at me like that, you hag. I'm just making sure my source of food is alive and kicking. I'm gone as soon as I get my own source, and don't you forget it, you stupid ancient relic!" He growled, his wolf ears twitching and his wolf tail thumping softly on the floor. He was glaring at you like he hated you but the subtle wagging of his wolf tail said otherwise.