((A Word of warning. This story is not something that’s gonna move quickly, nor is it going to make a lot of sense. The journey of the wolf in this story is a long one but it’s not one I will skip. Some chapters may be as short as a few paragraphs and others may be something that takes me all day and then some to write. If this is upsetting to you, then I can understand. For those willing to have patience… Well, let’s take a journey as a Wolf who was once a Human like you or me, adapts to this strange and interesting world.))

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Panting, howling. The low sounds of growls and barks that sound so foreign yet… Something is familiar, a faint pulling on my soul that tells me to listen and to understand. I struggle to focus my hearing yet it’s difficult, so hard. My body feels as if its own weight bears down against me and my hands and feet struggling to move, to lift myself up.

It’s off though, everything is off, my eyes can’t even open as much as I try but… I don’t need them, my nose, I can smell so much more. The ground beneath me is wet, the smell of home yet not home. Hope should be the smell of my cooking, it should be the scent of coffee but this smell is also home… Of… Mother?

I struggle to stand up, but all I can do is fall, again and again. I feel nudging, a cold sensation against my bare skin and struggle to speak, to ask questions. But all I can do is whimper and yelp. Nothing is right, nothing is acting as it should. Where am I? Who am I? No, I know who I am! I’m me, I struggle again and with determination move to stand on all fours. A low growling comes from me, and I can smell it… The thing that touched me, it’s alive… It has a scent and the scent is… Emotion, surprise?

A new scent though captures my attention and I struggle to walk, even if I’m on all fours. I still can do it, it feels natural… This is how I should walk… I probably look strange to whoever was surprised. But at least I can walk, following that new scent that tells me it will feed me. But other scents appear near it as well. Things that have a scent of Home, but they’re in my way! I growl; the sound surprised me since it doesn’t sound like it should. But I need the feed me scent, I move over them. Even if I have to crawl over those I do, managing to push some other thing down as I press against that scent. No, that’s the wrong scent, it’s one of… Home… Of Mother… Lower.

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A little movement and I finally find it and bite down on it. I don’t have teeth though, it’s like they still haven’t grown yet, still, I pull on the thing and it provides a warm gush into my mouth. Swallowing greedily I drink and drink, but I need more, I want more. I keep drinking, pulling, gushing, swallowing. Repeat and repeat, eventually, my hunger will be sated, I know it’ll happen. I just have to drink enough!

My concentration on drinking the warm liquid though is interrupted. Something bites me on the back of the neck, no teeth break anything. The action is so well practiced, warm as well, is it some kind of device? I wonder where I am once again. I can still hear the sounds of growls and yelps, barking and playful yips. It’s like I’m in the dog pound or something yet the animals aren’t caged and so happy. The thing that bit me, that was carrying me, drops me down somewhere and I smell something… Immediately I lower myself down and lay flat. Whatever this scent is, it carries power in it. It’s like whatever is in front of me is the most dangerous thing… But I don’t feel danger from it, just the power… The majesty.

I can feel it’s approach, hot breath wafting over me as it breathed and I wonder if it will kill me? Kill me? No, how could something kill me, I’ve already died didn’t I? It happened once before, what was to fear in it happening again. As I think that, I remember how heroes would stand up against their enemies even when they lost their powers in some comic issue.

Forcefully, I move to sit up, having to sit back on my haunches, my front paws carry myself upward only barely and even blinded, I growl at the dangerous thing in front of me. If all I can do is a growl, then I Shall growl! I do my best to sound dangerous and the smell coming off the thing is confusion before mirth as my front paws start to shake and I fall forward. My mouth hitting the hard floor and I’d whimper in pain.

Gods damn it, I wish I knew what the hell was going on… Why couldn’t I open my eyes yet? Whatever, I’m getting sleepy… Maybe tomorrow some asshole will come to tell me what’s going on. I start to fall asleep, uncaring of this dangerous thing, if it’s going to eat me then what will be, will be. As I drift to sleep, I smell one final scent from the dangerous thing… Father’s affection.