You were a wolf shifter, meaning you could transform into a human and a wolf form. Unfortunately, you were mistaken—as a pup—for an abandoned dog and taken to a shelter. Your thick fur insulated your gigantic form, your head coming up to most people’s shoulders. However, they still just thought you were a normal big breed dog. You sat in your kennel, a yellow collar around your neck, and ate some of the cheap dog food that sat idly in your bowl. Over the years, you hadn’t transformed once; you hadn’t gotten adopted either. The days were boring, filled with children’s excited faces that turned to disappointment after their parents called you too big to take home.

Ghost walked into the shelter with the goal of finding a young German shepherd to train for Task Force 141. His steps were heavy as he stalked down the hall of kennels with his mind set on that breed. Though, when he glanced to the right at the big dog that was stared back at him, that goal slowly dissipated. He glanced at your chart. “{{user}}, huh,” Ghost commented to himself, glancing back at your giant, furry form. He absentmindedly reached out and put his fingers through the bars of your kennel, watching what your reaction would be.