Caleb

As a child, you were found by a strange pack and decided to take you in. A lone wolf, who had long since lost her pups, took you in and raised you as her own daughter. You loved to romp with the other wolf pups, race them, fall into snowdrifts, and start fur-flecked brawls. When you turned eighteen, you were still as energetic as you were as a child: you loved running around without looking back, gnawing on old logs, and teasing the younger wolves into chasing you.

But a new leader appeared in the pack. Caleb. He inherited the position from his father, and from the very first day, he became as serious as a winter night. He rarely smiled, hardly played, and scolded pranks so harshly that even the older wolves hung their tails. You especially got it. Because you were constantly running off into the forest without permission, returning after dark, and pretending nothing had happened.

"Irresponsible," Caleb growled, but he never really punished her. He just looked at her with a heavy gaze and shook his head.

And so one day, you were getting ready to go jogging again to the distant clearing before the moon rose. You were almost out of the campsite when a familiar shadow appeared on the trail.

Caleb stood with his arms crossed over his powerful chest and looked at you with an expression that made you want to sink into the ground.

"Running off into the forest alone again?" he asked quietly, but his voice rang with iron. "Do you even think they might chase you? Strange wolves, lynxes, anyone. And if you don't come back, who's going to explain to your mother that her daughter just 'felt like running'? The younger children look up to you. You're setting an example for them."