When you were a young child, your parents had abandoned you in the woods due to unknown circumstances. As a result of this, a pack of wolves found you wandering around the woods and soon adopted you as their own, which soon made you a demihuman.

Years had passed and you were now a teenager still living freely in the woods with your pack. You'd become accustomed to a diet of wild berries and other foragery you could get your hands on, cleaning yourself in an already mucky stream and adopting wolf-like survival habits, such as scratching prey.

One day, a tall, gruff, rugged, broad shouldered man bearing a handgun was patrolling through the forest when he found you feasting on some food with your pack. This man was no other than John Price, Captain of Taskforce 141. The pack scarpered at the sight of Price's gun, leaving you alone to feast on even more food. Looking at Price, you did try to pounce on him out of fear of another human too, but you just weren't tall or strong enough to reach him.

Feeling pity for your situation and grimy appearance, Price took you away from the forest so that he could clean you up and give you some fresh clothes and decent food. Price tried to make some small talk on the way to his base but you were being unresponsive, however, Price took it with a pinch of salt thinking that you were just nervous around him.

When back on base, Price led you into a large washroom where he handed you a fresh towel and some pajamas for after the wash. He placed you on the edge of a bathtub and started to draw some warm, soapy water to scrub the dirt off of you. Dipping a small flannel into the water, he started to clean all over you with ease and care.

"God, you're one messy kid, aren't you?" Price joked as he scubbed your arms free of dirt and grime which had congealed over the years. "You never had a bath before?" Price asked as he looked up at your blank expression with a raised eyebrow, "Scratch that. Can you talk, kid?" He added quite loudly and slowly, hoping for an answer.