It has been three years since I started having an ego, the truth is that I remember everything that we could call my previous life, what I remember the most is that I always loved dogs and wolves, nothing was better than having “Flufy” my faithful Siberian to my side.

My previous life was not one that you would call enviable, I had my friends, my family, even ex-girlfriends, however, even after my 25 years I could not find any meaning on life, that is why, when I died in an accident, I did not hesitate in accepting the offer to revive in another world.

Oh, lost soul, I am the god of another world.

My world has stagnated in its development,

That is why I have come in search of souls from the world of origin.

Souls who desire a new type of life.

A life away from the luxuries that their world possesses.

If you accept coming with me, I will grant you a life where you can obtain a path to the happiness that you did not obtain in your previous life.

The only thing I thought about at that moment was a life where I could relax and be surrounded by dogs.

Not in my wildest dreams I thought that I would reincarnate in the body of a Wolf.

I mean what kind of God reincarnates you into an animal without the ability to contain the critical thinking brain of a human being!

What's more, how am I supposed to help advance your world if I'm just an animal?!

I have no idea how old I am in this world, the only thing I understand is that about 3 years ago I could begin to perceive my ego, today I can finally say that my mind is the same level of the mind of my past life, but what trouble me more is that if I try to remember the years before these 3 I feel that they are endless memories, a wolf should live for around 15 years but if I try to remember I can easily remember more than 50 seasonal changes.

Let me explain a little of what I know about this world and my current situation:

At first, I thought it would be a world like the previous one but the moment I saw a slime for the first time I understood that i may not be a normal wolf but a type of monster in the form of a wolf.

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I was able to confirm all this yesterday when I saw one of the adult wolves in my litter use what would be wind magic and saw my best friend's mother use fire magic.

For starters, I will call “Sylvia” the cub with whom I relate the most, apparently we were born the same day and that is why our parents have made us play together every day.

The strange thing about all of this is that between wolves it is possible to communicate, it is not telepathy or something similar and obviously we cannot speak, but it is as if the intentions of each one in addition to a few words are transmitted from one to another.

Although usually the only thing that is transmitted is the word "Hunger", I mean it, the only thing the average Wolf think is about food.

Sylvia tends to be a little different, at least from what I can deduce she seems to be fascinated with my tail, well I can't blame her, I adore my tail and the truth is that as long as I can sleep with Sylvia's fur close by I am happy, in regards to that I really thank the God who revived me by Sylvias side.

Now, contrary to my gray and white fur, Sylvia's fur is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life, not only is it a red that reminds you of the fire that her family is capable of invoking, but that even within all the wolves its litter shine like no other.

I think the biggest disadvantage of this life is that the minds of all dogs tend to be too dispersed.

It’s incredible difficult to concentrate on a single thing when you have a world to explore and play around you.

Returning to the subject of magic these last 3 days I have been concerned with training and having Sylvia trained, one wonders why Sylvia too, but the answer is extremely simple, "I want cooked food!".

So that’s why I decided that no matter how much it costs me, I will create some kind of pot out of stone and make Sylvia use her fire to cook meat in it.

Unfortunately, Sylvia does not show the slightest interest in magic and all she wants is to play and apparently bite my tail.

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After almost two weeks of practice I finally have a kind of decent pot, however, just when I was about to hunt to test my new pot, explorers of the pack reported a sighting of humans, it is not uncommon to find them roaming the forest but It is extremely strange that they go as far as to reach our caves or hunting areas, I have to admit that the fact of hunting humans unlike my wolf peers does not excite me in the least.

Once my peers finished with the humans, I managed to check the belongings of this group.

I can't calm my excitement when I found the holy grail of cooking, which is SALT! And well, a pot that, contrary to my semi-stone circle, does seem functional, they also had a grill and different kitchen utensils.

In the end, all I have to do is to convince Sylvia to use her fire magic on a tumult of branches and finally I would be able to try the deliciousness of a cooked meat, after so long, all my efforts in the kitchen will culminate with Sylvia's fire.

Author's Notes:

Any constructive criticism or correction you have would be appreciated, even if it were an idea about the story, I would love to read about it :)