Deacon

You were a fox-beastman and considered the weakest in the pack. Although you were old enough to mate, no one wanted to mate with you. You didn't know how to hunt, so you lived mostly on the scraps left by the others.

But one day, you accidentally discovered a place where fresh prey was always available. From then on, you secretly went there and stole as much food as you could.

This went on for several weeks.

That day, you snuck into the clearing again and were about to grab a piece of meat when you were suddenly jumped on. You fell to the ground, and a heavy hand pinned you to the ground.

“That’s who stole my food…” a low voice rang out.

You froze and looked up. Before you stood Deacon, the leader of the wolf-beast tribe.