I was weak. I hadn't eaten in four days. I thought I could go for at least another day of hunting without any game, so I kept walking. Then I got tired. And sluggish. And my feet felt like they were cement blocks and not the four paws I trod on. I stood up, switching into human form, because I was out of energy to keep going on four legs. My ribs were showing, my shirt and pants were just tattered rags, loosely fitting on my emaciated body. I could not go on. I had to get to civilization, at least. So I continued to stumble, fall and shuffle to the nearest town.

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"I...made...it..." I wheezed out. I was about to fall over. I would just die here, not be seen by anyone, and just have my body rot. I would just be a memory. No one would have even known I had been. And that's what I thought would happen, as I collapsed, tired from lack of food, exhaustion, and exposure to the many day of rain I had to walk in earlier. I coughed, and kept coughing until I thought I was going to keep coughing until I died. I eventually coughed up a small bit of blood, phlegm, and I shook violently as I threw up what ever was left in my stomach. It's not like I had anything anything in my stomach, there was nothing at all to eat, for anything smart enough would be hibernating, or have flown away by now. My heavy eyelids closed, I was thinking they would stay that way permanently, and went unconscious. At least I wouldn't suffer anymore.

"Eww! What is that...thing?!"

"Calm down, honey. It's a wolf-man. I found her on the outskirts of town. She almost died."

"I don't care what she- how did you know it was a female?"

"I-i checked when I changed her clothes."

"You sick old man! Just get that thing washed! It reeks!"

After that exchange, I woke up sleepily. I stretched and got up, to see where in the world I was. It was warm, I can say that.

I woke up in the gaudiest house I've ever seen. I mean really. There were antiques everywhere and it looked like someone just found random expensive and shiny objects, then threw them on a shelf. The furniture wasn't any better, either. One couch was blue and green, and another was red, gold, and had shiny stones and tassels on it. But who am I to judge, I lived in a den most of my life.

"Hey," Said a voice, behind me.

"Hmm?" I turned around, and saw a man. He had a scruffy beard, a red and black shirt. And a pair of jeans on.

"I thought you would want some food, so I got some meat for you. It's still raw, but it should be ok for you. It's sitting on the counter for you, if your hungry."

"Thank you, sir." I replied. I tried to hide how hungry I was in front of him, for I was taught better that to become a mindless beast, like most of my other siblings had become.

"Oh, and, uhh... My wife asked you to take a shower. Do you know how?" He seemed slightly uncomfortable, which was to be expected. Ant normal person would've been offended, but not me. I sort of expected to be smelly, being in the rain, and walking for several days.

"It's alright. I understand." I answered, throwing him off guard with my calmness. "May I have your name, kind sir?"

"M-my name is Gabriel. Gabriel Farrell. You can just call me Gabe. And yours?"

"Ariever Jenkins. Pleased to meet you."

"Well, Ariever, I have business to take care of. I will see you later."

"See ya."

As soon as he left, I went towards the kitchen, where he said he left food for me. I ate it, cleaned up the area where I slept (I left a dirt spot on the rug), then took my shower.