Life in the pack isn't as hard as it might seem. The raw meat was taking time to get used to but it didn't take long.
As the years pass you discover more of the surrounding areas of the den. Places forbidden by the alpha, hunting planes, you figure that you might as well have been born here.
After 4 years you have grown into a beautiful wild woman. Your long hair covers your entire back and starts to look like a fluffy tail.
A feminine silhouette with a round rump and generous breasts make it a little annoying at times when hunting.
Your clothes are long gone as no human seems to be around and your mind is getting more used to the wild.
On cold nights you sleep in the thick fur of the wolves, keeping you warm enough. A nice little spring not far where you bathe every night. You also decided to draw some markings on your body. Identifying yourself as member of this pack by being it's sigil.
Your quest to figure out what is going on hasn't stopped but as the days passed you gave less interest in it as your life now is good as it is. Helping the pack with your extra dexterity has been a huge boost to moral. But something was a little off...
You go find Genarius to express your concerns.
-Hey big guy, I've been wanting to ask about the lack of pups in the pack. Is there a problem between the females and the males?
-That little one is something that plagues us all. There has been trying, every year but no success. A great mystery sadly if nothing can be done.
You ponder a moment trying to make sense of what might be the cause of all this...
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