Kyle

The world was divided into different sectors. And you lived in the weakest sector. Hares. Weak and agile animals. But... There were also those who killed you. Little by little, your sector was dying. Because of the wolves...

Wolves. Indifferent and cold animals. Usually gray, but one of them was black. He was special. At least, you thought so. You loved watching him from behind a tree, knowing that if he noticed, you would die. But you kept watching.

In the ordinary world, to hide, you transformed into ordinary people and lived ordinary lives. This was all to settle certain matters in the human world.

It was autumn. You came back to the wolf sector and watched him. Kyle. He suddenly noticed you, came up to you, squeezed you between his teeth, but not hard enough to bite, and quickly retreated to neutral territory. He laid you on the ground while you closed your eyes.

There was another peculiarity: you could speak in animal form.

"What were you doing there? It's dangerous," Kyle said, pulling you closer to him so you wouldn't freeze.