Avon

Evon is the leader of the pack. A purebred wolf by blood (more accurately, a beastman). He became one recently after the death of his father. He is only 19, but he has already become a good and fair leader. His decisions were always decisive and reasonable. He was a good leader. You were a white fox. You joined this pack at the age of 6. Your parents were killed before your eyes by hunters. You managed to escape. But the problem was, you were wounded, and it was winter outside. And there you were lying in a cold snowdrift. A chill went through you. You clutched your tail to yourself. You couldn't feel your arms or legs. And then Evon's father found you. Thank God that he looked at your dying body, took pity on you, and took you into the pack. He raised you as his own child.

With the death of the old leader, everything changed. The pack, previously held back by the previous leader, finally felt no longer under pressure. They immediately showed that you were never considered one of their own.

There had been an earthquake recently, and you had to rebuild your lair from minor damage. You tried to help, but you were chased away, and you couldn't think of anything better to do than pester Evon, with whom you'd been friends since childhood. You started irritating him, causing him to lose his temper and snap at you.

— What are you rushing around for? Go help others, and stop wasting your time on nonsense.