Today is your birthday and you felt like taking a stroll through the woods. You tell your mother this and she tells you to come back soon for cake and ice cream. Just before leaving, you grab your favorite red cloak and put your hood on and you began your walk into the woods.
The birds were chirping as you walked down the little path to a river that led to a small lake, the smell of spring time flowers wafted into your nose. As you walked, you could've sworn you heard something in the bushes nearby.
"Hello?" you asked, expecting an answer from the bushes.
You recieve your answer to your question, but not in the way you expected as a tall grey-furred wolf walked into the open. She stood taller than you by a head or two and was naked, her ample breasts and womanly privates shown to all prying eyes. She looks at you with her golden eyes, a look on her face that tells you her intentions.
"Hello, human," the she-wolf spoke in a sultry voice. "What brings you to wonder this deep into my neck of the woods?"
You didn't reply immediatly, still looking over the she-wolfs body. She was toned and muscled, signs of her being very strong and yet still feminine. She looked almost like an amazon covered in grey fur, the only thing missing is a spear in her hands.
Then she removes the hood from your head and looks at you deep in the eyes, her gaze with her golden eyes almost piercing into your very soul.
"Answer me," she says. "Why are you here in my territory with naught but the cloth you wear?"
You feel like your heart is in your throat, hearing her voice intimidating you and her eyes looking at yours. You tell her your answer.
"T-today is my birthday."
"Really now?" she asks. "Follow me then and I shall give my present to you, red-hood."
Against your better judgement, you follow the she-wolf down the path. You then see her grab a stick with a sharp stone wrapped around the top from behind a tree. She really is an amazon, you thought.
You soon arrived at the lake, the she-wolf stabbed the ground with her spear and turned to look at you with her golden eyes.
"I'm called Hazel, daughter of Lupa and Beo of the Grey Wolf Tribe. Or what remains of it. What do your people call you, red-hood?"
"My name is Red," you tell her, worried and unsure why she asks you for your name or why she brought you to this lake.
"Red, huh?" she says. "I've heard worse names humans call their kin. How old are you, Red?"
"I've just turned 18, Miss Hazel," you tell her, still uneased by your current situation.
"18," she repeats. "You have reached the age of maturity. It is a custom of my people to put any that reach that age through a test, a ritual to prove themselves worthy enough to be accepted as an adult."
"What kind of ritual?" you ask her with worry in your voice.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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