All of its memories had decided to come crashing down in an instant. It remembered how he had lived. It remembered how he had died. It remembered, somehow, travelling through the worlds. And it hated every moment of it.

It remembered watching his family die in an accident. It remembered the disgust he felt at his own body. It remembered how he was planning on killing himself in a few weeks. It. Hated. Him.

As its tears slowly stopped flowing, it finally looked at the group of people who had unknowingly caused all of this. There were six of them in total, all dressed in different types of armor.

The person who seemed to be in charge was a stern woman who looked to be in her late 20s. She had blond hair tied up in a ponytail behind her, and a sword in her hands, pointed at it.

Standing next to her was this giant of a man, clocking in at what must have been seven feet tall. He was covered in armor from head to toe, and had a shield in his left arm and a sword in his right. It couldn’t make out any of his facial features through the helmet he was wearing.

Next up was a woman in a simple robe. They weren’t even normal, everyday robes. No, these were bathroom robes. Pink ones too. Her brown hair was a rat’s nest, as if she had just woken up, which just added to the lazy factor she gave off.

Following her was what appeared to be twins, though they could have just been brothers. In fact, they might not even be related, though that didn’t seem all that likely. They both had this sandy blonde hair, though one of them had it tied back in a man bun, and the other let it cascade around his face. Their armor was very similar, in that it consisted mainly of greens and browns.

Lastly came the shortest of the group. The girl had platinum blonde hair that seemed to shimmer with every movement she took. She was dressed normally enough, as long as you looked past the fact that they had obviously been hunting dangerous creatures and she had no armor. The only weapon she even held was a metal staff, tipped with a jewel of some kind.

With its study of the group completed, it figured it should look at itself again, as it had quite visibly changed since it first hijacked the wolf’s body. It looked down, and a mess of pitch black hair fell in its face. But not before it had gotten a glimpse of its body.

It-no, she found this funny. After all, in her previous life, she had hated her body. It was covered in hair that felt wrong, and had a useless sack of meat hanging between her legs. But it had only taken dying for all that to be fixed. And strangest of all, she looked like a child.

She giggled, only to stop as her voice shocked her. It really shouldn’t have, but the high pitched quality was decidedly feminine, and that just sent her giggling even more. Tears started to fall once more as she realized her last wish had been heard.

And besides. She was a child now. She didn’t have to act mature, like every adult ever did. She loved the first few minutes of this life more than she loved her entire previous life already. Oh, just think of all the fun she was gonna have!

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Thea didn’t know how to react. The Fenrir they had been chasing had suddenly become a little girl, and now said little girl was giggling and crying to herself, completely naked, in the middle of the forest.

Do they still kill her, as she was technically still the Fenrir, or did they take her back to town, as she was also a small child who clearly needed support. The correct choice was probably to get rid of her here and now, but the sight of the girl all alone pulled at her heart. She turned to the rest of the party, hoping to steel her heart, but her expectations were dashed almost instantly.

Jorreck looked pained, much she was sure she looked as well. Havel looked confused, which made sense considering, and Malik had a dangerous glint in his eyes. She might have to remind him that she’s just a child.

Yval looked as one would expect her to look: she had the light of obsession in her eyes. Thea was pretty sure Yval would end up trying to protect the girl should push come to shove. And Ciella…well, she couldn’t get a read on Ciella. If anything, there was a hint of curiosity, but that was all that she showed.

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All in all, it seemed like only she and Jorreck were having this debate mentally, and when they were outvoted 2 to 1, she saw the most likely outcome. With a sigh, she sheathed her sword.

She slowly started to approach the girl, but the girl didn’t pay any attention to her approach. She was still giggling and crying on the ground. Thea crouched down in front of her and placed a hand on her trembling shoulder. The girl jumped, startled, giving out a cute sounding yelp.

Thea turned to Yval and held out her hand. Yval stared for a moment, before seeming to understand what was wanted of her. She pulled off her bathrobe, revealing that she was, thankfully, wearing clothes underneath it, and handed it over to Thea.

Thea then draped it over the girl and picked her up in a princess carry. The girl’s arms automatically went around her neck so she wouldn’t fall off, and she slowly stopped her strange giggly-crying combo.

She turned around and looked at the rest of the party. Jorreck sighed, and they all turned around and started heading back to town. They had to move quickly if they wanted to get back before nightfall.

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She was having so much fun. She didn’t know why one of these people had a pink bathrobe, but damn was it comfy. It was also big. She should try and keep it after they reach wherever they were heading.

Though, that raised another problem: when she had been searching through the wolf’s memories, she didn’t understand what the people had been saying. Hopefully that was just the wolf not understanding, and not the language being different. She had always been horrible at learning new languages.

But before she could even contemplate further on that, she realized that she was currently lacking a name. She might be able to use her old one, but that was one of the things she couldn’t remember. Oh well.

She wracked her mind trying to come up with a name, but none of them felt quite right. They all seemed to not fit her. Giving up on trying to come up with one, she started to study her surroundings.

They were in a very green forest, the kind you’d only see at national parks and whatnot. There was somehow grass growing all over the place, despite the sunlight being blocked by the canopy up above their head.

And that was another thing. Some trees were barely 30 feet tall, and others seemed to stretch around four times as high into the sky. There was no consistency whatsoever. It did create amazing visuals though.

There were vines and bushes blocking the way forward in multiple places, forcing them to stop and hack away at the growth for a few moments before they could continue. It was during one of these stops that she finally realized something. Everything that wasn’t a tree or grass was pointy.

There were holly bushes and briar patches and thistle growing all over the place. If she was remembering her wilderness training, which she probably wasn’t, then those vines were also mostly poison ivy. What is up with this forest?

It was as she was travelling down this train of thought that she stumbled upon something. She mentally took a few steps back, trying to figure out what she had stumbled on. Pointy? No, too early. Thistle? Hmmm. Briar patches? Yeah, that’s it. Why did she key up on that?

She searched through the wolf’s memories once again, and glanced at all of the places it had often travelled to. Among them, there was one place it had travelled to frequently. It was an enormous tree, a few hundred feet in diameter and surrounded by a massive briar patch. There was something off about the briar patch, but the wolf had never figured it out.

Either way, she realized why she had stumbled upon the thought of a briar patch. It seemed important. Hey, just like her! She was important! She was like a briar patch. She was Briar!

With an excited squeal, she shouted out, “Briar!” The woman carrying her started a bit at it. “I’m Briar now!”

“Fprd smupmr jsbr smu ofrs ejsy djr od dsuomh?” The woman said. Huh. Guess the language is different. That’s gonna suck, trying to learn a new language.

The giant was the one who responded, with a sound like rumbling thunder. “O jsbr mp vair. Fp upi yjoml djr fprdm’y dqrsl Solrm?”

Back to the woman carrying her. “O fpm’y lmpe. Jpmrdyau, oy dpimfd zptr aolr djr’s kidy hsthaomh qjarhz.”

This comment started a debate with the one who had been wearing the pink bathrobe. Eventually, the entire group was arguing. Briar let out a little giggle. She had caused this. How was sparking an argument with a single sentence even possible?

She had no clue, but she was finding enjoyment from it. It was strange. She hadn’t been this type of person in her last life. At least, she didn’t think so. Was she beginning to take pleasure in seeing others’ troubles?

But, then again, who didn’t? People always laughed at others experiencing misfortune. How was this any different? It wasn’t. So, by that logic, she was perfectly fine. She can do this as much as she wants and it’d be fine.

Even more fun.