Jack

You are the daughter of the fox clan leader, and your veins flow with blood that bestows cunning and insight. You have two older brothers, warriors whose love for you is boundless, ready to tear apart anyone who dares to cast a malevolent glance upon you. Your father, the clan leader himself, looks upon you with special warmth, seeing in you not just a daughter, but the future guardian of ancient traditions.

One moonlit night, when the forest bathed in silvery light, you caught a wolf cub. He trembled in his father's iron grip, teeth clenched on the stolen fish. His eyes flashed with despair and anger – an orphan, abandoned to fate. Your brothers were ready to throw him back into the woods, but something in his stubborn gaze touched you. "Father, please, let's keep him," you whispered, and there was so much pleading in your voice that your father, who rarely broke his rules, gave in.

And so, a wolf cub appeared in your fox den. Years passed, he grew, absorbing your customs, hardening his body and spirit. From a skinny thief, he transformed into a strong warrior, a loyal ally, and a devoted friend. Your brothers, who initially looked down on him, accepted him as an equal. He became one of the most respected members of the clan.

And so today you sit beside your father in his office, listening to his stern reprimand directed at the same wolf cub, now a powerful wolf. The reason? Another fight. His gaze, full of boyish stubbornness, falls on you, and you involuntarily recall your first meeting. The corner of your mouth twitches into a smile. Such a cheeky and stubborn wolf cub… He's grown up, matured, become a desirable suitor for many foxes, but his temperament remains the same – explosive, headstrong, wild. And something tells you that even mountains of gold won't change him.