Me POV:
It has been about two months since I was born and I just started teething. It sucks.
I have been growing rather quickly for a wolf, I think. But my parents aren’t that surprised so I guess it is normal for wolfs in this world. I say ‘this world’ because I know for a fact that I am not on earth anymore.
Why do I say not on earth anymore? Well one day my dad brought food to my mom, who was taking care of me at the time. It was scrawny, green, and oh yeah! A GOBLIN!
There aren’t goblins on earth so there is the most probable solution is, dun dunna dunnnn! This is another world. That makes me considerably more scared seeing how there might be fucking dragons around the corner.
Thankfully my family members aren’t slobs and dispose of the remains of everything in pits they dig. Dad always says we do this because they are with the spirits now, and we don’t need them more pissed off with us then they already are at this point. I actually think these spirits may not actually be bullshit because magic is a thing sooo, I am willing to keep an open mind.
Back to the teething.
It hurts like shit.
My mouth literally feels like it is being punctured by sharp teeth, probably because it is.
“OUOOOOH!” Dad
Yeah he just implied to come over to him. Wolf language is equal parts body language as it is vocal language. So essentially if you can’t see them and hear them, nothing makes sense.
“YOOP!” Me
My voice has been getting a little deeper and I don’t make high pitched yips anymore. I don’t have the badass wolf howl yet, but anything is better than sounding like a goddamn chihuahua.
I scurry out of the cave rather quickly. I have gone outside of the cave before, but dad has never actually told me to come out, especially during daylight hours.
I emerge from the cave, only to be greeted by my dad standing over a dead deer. Not an unusual sight, but still rather odd seeing how we aren’t eating it yet. Actually now that I have something to compare us to, Dad is fucking big. He is easily the same size as the deer is not bigger.
“Ah there you are. Perfect. Now, some news. First, since your teeth are finally starting to come out, you will be leaving to learn hunting and the rest of the pack. This will happen in about a month, so I will try and teach you as much as possible before then. Second, welcome to your first lesson! Today I will be teaching you which parts are and aren’t edible.” Dad
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He quickly takes one of his claws and runs it down the bare belly of the deer, splitting it open. He then starts pointing at the various organs and tells me which ones are best to eat and which ones... not so much.
“... and this is shit sack. NEVER. eat. the. SHIT. SACK. Got it?” Dad
“Got it.” Me
‘pfft, seriously? Shit sack? I think I love being a wolf. Everything is straight forward to the point of being funny.’
“Now this is the piss sack. Same rules as the shit sack. Just remember that there are different organs with different types of animals, as a rule just eat the ones I have taught you to eat. Some organs are poisonous. If the creature is sickly, don’t eat it." Dad
'alright, simple enough.'
"One finale organ. This one can either be extremely helpful, meaningless, or even harmful, given your affinity; you'll also learn about what that is when you are welcomed into the pack. It would be... this." Dad
He points to the heart, which seems to have had a few modifications made to it. A series white veins which seem to interweave with the usual veins and arteries. They seem to flash with their white light, like a strobe light or lightning.
"just avoid it for the time being. Any questions?" Dad
“Nope.” Me
“Then that concludes your first lesson in eating habits.” Dad
The next day was how to get rid of the fur, scales, etc of our prey and eat the meat that hides below. After that was etiquette, yeah wolves had etiquette strangely enough, and that consisted of what to do in cultural scenarios, like when someone tries to steal your food. It was rather simplistic not to difficult to get the hang of, but that is like most things in this body.
I am pretty sure that being in this body has helped me to learn, seeing how I learned to talk squirrel from this one guy named ralph. Yeah he’s a squirrel, but he is still a decent companion. According to him I am mostly understandable except for my thick accent, that arises from my considerably lower voice.
He just showed up one day and started squeaking all over the place. Dad didn’t mind him and Mom hates eating rodent so I just started screwing with him, he spoke wolf and after that taught me squirrel. Oh what a life I leed.
‘I can see it now, I the reincarnated human dire wolf cub and his companion, ralph the multilingual squirrel, adventuring together and saving damsels in distress. There has to be a god because there is no way this wasn’t meant to be a joke.’