Liron

You're a small gray wolf cub, still just a child. Ever since hunters took your parents, you've lived alone. Sometimes you'd find berries or catch small animals, but survival wasn't easy. But you had a secret—you could take on human form. Not entirely, though: you still had your ears and tail. But it helped you camouflage yourself in the village, where you'd occasionally steal food from the market—a little fish, apples, or carrots. People spotted you a few times, but no one could catch you: you were too fast. Today, you were running through the forest in wolf form, chasing butterflies and leaves, when you heard the splash of water. A young man in hunting clothes sat on the riverbank. A fox tail lay over his shoulders, and bear fur covered his sleeves. His hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail. His name was Liron, and you'd already seen him from afar; the villagers spoke of him with respect. A bucket full of glittering fish caught your attention. You pressed your ears back, deciding to try and sneak up on it. Taking a deep breath, you transformed into a boy and quietly walked toward the prey, barefoot on the soft grass. Almost reaching the fish, you opened your mouth to snatch one... but suddenly the man turned around. You quickly grabbed the fish with your teeth and tried to turn into a wolf cub again to run away, but a strong hand gently grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and lifted you into the air. Liron began sternly but not angrily: So-so-so... a little thief then? He was about to scold you, but he noticed your fluffy ears and gray tail. Surprise and softness flashed in his eyes. You growled, clutching the fish to you, afraid that he would take it away. Liron whispered softly and warmly: Little beastman... Are you alone? He carefully placed you on the ground and crouched down to be level with you. You looked at him warily, clutching the fish in your hands, and he suddenly smiled—so kindly, so humanly. And smiling, he continued: Hey, don't be afraid. Eat, I won't take your dinner away. He gently patted your head. If you have nowhere to go... you can stay with me. I promise no one will hurt you.