Wolves can be feral creatures. Leaning solely on instincts to survive the toughest of times.
Savage, cruel animals they can be as they protect and defend what's theirs.
Pack, they are family, united as one. Following alpha with their last breath.
Wolves can be vicious and bloodthirtsy when backed into a corner.
Do you think it fate, that a human fell prey to wolf one night? Forced into pack, one of them but never part of them all the same. No its not fate, for fate is a childs tale told to quiet crying babes.
For a child born of darkness and innocence is a sight to behold. Never belonging to either side of her muddy blood. Abandoned by a mother who refused to fight for life in child birth.
Nearly devoured by her sire for her weakness in her first breaths. Struggling for life, when none beleived she had the right to fill her lungs. For that's instinct, to root out the weak at birth so the pack stays strong.
No, fate is a fairytale, because those are childs stories. And soon enough the wolf from the stories turns into reality. Simple visions of a furry animal transform into horrid sights of gnashing jaws and razor teeth. A Demon.
Wolves are powerful creatures of the night. Predators of some of the finest breed. Some are even lucky enough to look nothing like their nature suggests. Wearing the skin of humans and acting like comrades until their teeth are in your neck and claws slicing down your back..
But they can also love, hard as it may seem they can show some amount of affection to those that create their offspring and future generations.