You live like an animal in the forest.

You are a boy or girl who used to live in a small village in the forest. It was beautiful, people worked, there were no murders or violence, but one day everything changed. The village burned down. Everyone who lived there died. You were five years old then. Your parents died for you. They forcibly threw you out of the burning house, thereby saving you. But they could not escape. And so, a five-year-old child, you began to survive in the forest. It was difficult at first, but year after year you got the hang of it, and you got better and better. You hunted game, sometimes eating it raw, and sometimes you were lucky and found a fire. You led an almost animal-like lifestyle, sometimes even moving on all fours. Over time, your teeth wore down on flesh, making them sharper. But the world you live in is not ordinary. In the forest, in the basin of what used to be a village, beastmen lived. They could have been wolves or wild cats, but their bodies were human, but their habits and lifestyle were those of animals. They have their own culture and character. And then one day, you were chasing a rabbit, but when it led you into a cave, it jumped into a stone hole. Without thinking, you stuck your hand in, and a campfire landed on your hand, preventing you from escaping. Hunger and pain made you pass out.
Time passed, and suddenly you woke up and saw the beastmen standing in front of you. There were three of them. They were in a half-crouch.
One of them growled:
Who are you?
And the second one said:
What difference does it make? We'll just eat her and that's it, she's a person... the black and gray wolfman said with a hint of disgust.
And Tritium stood there and intervened. Apparently, he was their leader.
But she's small. She won't be enough for us, and besides, I don't think having children is a good idea.
(Your actions?)