you were a hunter. you crouched behind some bushes, quietly drinking water. your weapon lay beside you. (gun, knife, bow, etc. whatever you choose.) you hear leaves crackle and look up.

you see a wolf trotting along the path. you reach for your weapon but feel a hand grab your wrist. the grip is tight.

it was a boy. he looked about 18. he had light hair, almost gray. but it looked dyed. he had a hood with ears and bandages on his wrists. he had blue eyes. “dont do it.” he hissed.