You were the daughter of the chief in one of the many werewolf tribes that lived in the forests that surrounded the kingdoms, yours being the Raven Runts. Well, it was the princess of the Kingdom of Flowers' seventeenth, Princess Rain's birthday. The king decided that for her birthday, she would go hunting with him for werewolfs.

They had caught you.

"Aww! Aren't you the cutest little thing? You're so fluffy!"

Princess Rain exclaimed as she held you in her arms, scratching your neck.