A/N: Mixing in some traits from Yasei and 'TfB''s version of the Shifters, but keeping some out... maybe. At least for now. Will probably add more when she goes 'Dragon Up!'

... Wonder how many will get that cartoon reference?

Canon name = nickname:
Velouria = Vella. Keaton = Keaty.

Consort: Must... remain... vague. Because I don't even really know. I can at least state the somewhat obvious, this isn't going through any of the main three paths offered in Fates.

Plutodragon: Furry? Furry! KeatonxF!Corrin and KadenxF!Corrin. But, that pairing won't be here, she'll get someone though.

Despite the bravado Corrin held on show for the alpha, she couldn't deny that her nerves were shot through the roof. She's never ventured more than a mile past the scouting area, and her only interactions with humans was that single attack. But… she told him she could do this, and she will! She refuses to be a burden in another fight. What if she's the sole one that turns the tide? ...What if her keen ability in locating and disarming traps is the sole reason that some fall while she's gone?

She squeaks as Vella pulls her into a hug, undoubtedly sensing the stress and anxiety coming off of her. "We believe in you, sister." She reassures her.

"I'm scared." Corrin admits. "What if…"

"You'll learn." Vella interrupts her, "Just… at least remember some of the basic things you can't do."

"I'll miss your scents." Corrin's mouth jerks upward as she takes a deep breath of Velouria.

She giggles, "We'll miss you, too." Vella too, takes a deep breath of Corrin's scent. "See if you can bring back anything nice, too."

"Humans waste a lot, there's bound to be a trove worth of things." Keaton rounds the corner into their cave.

"I do not waste things!" Corrin exclaims.

"Do you consider yourself human?"

"..." Corrin thinks it over, "I don't want to."

"As long as you return, sister." Vella states as she takes another deep breath, growling with content from Corrin's scent.

"You always sniffed us the most." Corrin giggles. "Oh, Keaty…"

"Stop calling me that." He aggressively states… as his tail wags.

"Come heeere." She reaches out with her other arm, and Vella does the same. Groaning about 'sisters', Keaton walks over and submits himself to the embrace, immediately being the receiving end of being sniffed. "Your turn!" Corrin easily presents her body, letting him pick out the spot.

"That is exactly the type of position that I won't get in close for your scent." Keaton puts his foot down, despite how furiously his tail is wagging.

"Sister… that is more for getting a mate." Vella flatly states. "Close your legs some more, cut off access to your neck."

All the while, Corrin develops a flush, "Whoops. And uh, how about now?"

"You are unusually eager for a Wolfskin to rub their nose up on you…"

"Only for you two!" Corrin excitedly exclaims. "C'mon, Keaty! Sniff me!" Keaton grumbles about both that 'atrocious' nickname and an 'overeager' sister, but he does just that, lest she starts rubbing her body against his. "Mmm…"

"Please refrain from moaning." Vella interrupts. "You might want to find someone to…"

"I get it!" Corrin squeaks. "Am I not allowed to miss my wonderful brother and sister?"

Vella spares a look at Keaty, and Keaty spares a look at Vella, "We'll miss you, too." They state at the same time. With that, Corrin finally exits their cave, where the alpha stands tall, a few items by his side.

"Alpha." Corrin simply states.

"A bag of gold." He starts off, completely skipping any introductions, "A few pieces of fresh meat, and some… better clothes." That last part comes in as he looks her over. Her vest has definitely seen better days, as torn and shredded as it is, mostly from stray tree branches. "Make sure you change clothes before you actually enter a human settlement." Like with Vella, Corrin lacks a bra… unlike Vella, Corrin's vest doesn't do anything to really cover her breasts. The simple fact is, since Corrin can't shapeshift, she doesn't have a means to protect her clothes from the trees and debris that hits her body. And that's not to say anything about her 'pants'... which would qualify more as shorts.

"Anything else?" The adrenaline comes back… she's finally leaving? She's going to see humans?

"...Be safe." His voice cracks.

"I love you, too." He simply growls and nods, unwilling to actually say it. With the gold pouch secured… mostly anyway, on her pitiful excuse for pants, and the rest of the clothes in a sack tied around her back, as well as her sword by her side, Corrin makes her way out of the Wolfskin den… away from home.

Alone.

It wasn't until nightfall that Corrin stopped. Her life in the mountains have gave her an incredibly high amount of stamina, alongside the amount of stuff she did on a daily basis. Every Wolfskin needed to contribute towards the pack, and being human was no exception. If she were compare herself to a woman raised in a city, Corrin would be quite muscular compared to the other. She wasn't 'built', per say, but more akin to lean and strong. She struck a balance between speed and strength, if one were to feel her body, the muscles would definitely be there, but they wouldn't really stick out.

However, if one were to truly feel her body… she'd probably just lie on the ground and let you rub her as much as you desired.

Also, due to life among Wolfskin, she has wonderful night-time vision, no need of a campfire for her… at least not for eyesight, if it were to ever get cold, she'd need another source of heat, thanks to her lack of fur. Fur… she absentmindedly rubs the latest treasure Keaty gave her, the scrap of fur with blood specks on it. It certainly hurts being away from the only ones she called family, but she's willing to see this through.

It also took until now how much time she spent with them. It really felt lonely out here. Well, there were familiar scents to be had, but it wasn't the same…

Corrin shoots up, what is she thinking?! She hasn't even been away for a whole day and she's already feeling homesick! She left so she could learn how to fight… to be able to defend her family, the pack.

A small sound echoes near her… one of her traps? Out here? She placed a few here and there, but she doubted they were good enough. Sure, she might be able to safely dismantle the ones near the scouting area, but it turns out making them is a lot harder.

So catching something is a huge confidence boost! Making sure to keep her movement quiet, she creeps along the grass, sword at the ready… and… and…

"Hellooooo…" this was most certainly not an animal, "Is this yours?" This light-blue haired woman lazily attempts to grab her ankle whilst suspended upside down. "I never saw it coming."

… given her state of mind, Corrin assumed even marking it with bright colors would have still worked on her. "Uh, yeah… let me get you down."

The woman hummed, "No need… Lady Hinoka will find me."

"A Lady Hinoka?" Corrin repeats. "Wait, no! It'll hurt you if you hang…"

"No really, it's fine. This is normal." The woman casually interrupts, "It might take her several days, but she'll find me." A slight breeze pushes the dangling woman… sending her slowly spinning, "Wheee…" For a moment, Corrin legitimately considers leaving that woman hanging there. "Heeey, where are your clothes?" She asks with zero shame. "...You've got a nice body. How often do you train?"

Corrin sighs, "You're right, A Lady Hinoka will find you." This definitely wasn't how Corrin expected her first conversation with a human to go, and so, Corrin goes to return to her camp…

Before a thud sounded out, "Oooops." Somehow, that fall didn't injure her at all. "Yaaaay, I'm freee."

"Perhaps you can leave, now?" The constant and long drawling voice is getting on Corrin's nerves.

"My name is Setsuna." She greets as she walks over, completely ignoring Corrin's question. "I am one of Lady Hinoka's retainers."

"Then you best return to your A Lady Hinoka." ...What's a retainer, anyway?

"What's your name?"

"...Corrin."

"That's a nice name." A beat passes, "Do you need any food? I'm a… decent shot when it comes to my…" She pauses, "Where did my arrows go?" With that, the absent minded 'Archer' walks away, granting Corrin the sweet reprieve of, "Whooops." Corrin hears her slowly gasp as another trap goes off. "Don't worry, this happens a lot. I'll just wait for Lady Hinoka."

...How dense is she?

In a move that Corrin had to convince herself that it was for the best, she left the Archer in the snare trap that she had made earlier. It wasn't as if she hated the woman, but her voice was just getting on her nerves…

She wonders how Keaty or Vella would have reacted. Unlike the Wolfskin, she doesn't have an internally built hatred against humans. She is human, after all. But, it's not as if Keaty was wrong, the humans just want Wolfskin for their fur and Beaststones, regarding them as nothing more than beasts.

It makes her sick.

And that is where the line of what she's willing to do for her family, the pack, forms. On one hand, she wants to simply have peace, is it so absurd for everyone to live in harmony? On the other hand, well it's a lot simpler: Life for life, if the humans can so casually take her family's lives, then the Wolfskin and her should return the favor.

Peace or revenge?

And it's not just the Wolfskin, either. The Kitsunes suffer the same, as poachers come for their fur and Beaststones, as well. So, if both Beast races are dealing with the same problem, why can't they come together?

Revenge usually comes out as the more desirable option.

But no, the ideals between Wolfskin and Kitsune are too much, hence why they live nowhere close to each other. One will find Wolfskin in Nohr, and Kitsune in Hoshido.

Bloodshed isn't the only way, this can end peacefully.

Corrin was so preoccupied with her thoughts, that she almost missed noticing the town in the distance… the first town. And she was about to walk in there before changing into her 'good' clothes. Normally, she wouldn't bother, but this is something the alpha suggested, and the alpha knows best. Though, it didn't change the fact that she didn't want to, well, change her clothes.

Yes, her favorite set of clothes are tattered and torn, dirt covers portions, but that's how she likes it. She honestly wonders why she even bothers with clothing… as with the others. Well, there is the fact that she actually does kinda needs clothes.

Sometimes it just gets so cold at night. Those would be the nights she scoots over from her little spot over to Keaty, burying herself in his fur. And on those same nights, she would wake up sandwiched between Vella and Keaty. She could never express how much thanks she had for them. There she was, the only human in there, but Keaty and Vella never cared. They were family, brother and sister.

...And now Corrin is out here, but they're back home. With tears forming, Corrin pulls her head back and lets out a howl, a way of venting her sorrows. The alpha, alongside the other Wolfskin, were quite surprised to find that Corrin could, in fact, mimic howling. Some of them considered that she might be half-Wolfskin, some said half-Kitsune, most didn't care. All that mattered was that Corrin contributed to the survival of the pack, and that's enough.

All that mattered to Corrin was that she had a home.

The sun was just rising when Corrin decided to finally put on the 'good' clothes. In short, they were uncomfortable. She lacked a bra and undergarments, so her shirt and shorts kept rubbing up on her, which felt both irritating… and strangely pleasing. With her black, torn tunic in the bag, alongside her similar style of 'pants', which by now has lost so much fabric that it's now shorter than the shorts she is currently wearing. It's suffocating, she concludes. She already heavily misses the freedom of her clothes. But, still…

Nothing can beat the feeling of running completely free of clothing. Not even the chill could stop her from doing as such, even when she did catch a cold. Besides, having a cold meant that Keaty and Vella would snuggle up to her more, and she loved it when those two were so close. Once more, the pain of being away from them comes back. Couldn't Vella have come? No, she shakes her head, that's a foolish thought.

Even if Vella accepts a number of human things Corrin does, she knows that the wolfskin despises other humans. Keaty and Vella lost their mother from a group of poachers, and no amount of Corrin-love will ever fix their aggression.

Revenge would bring those two happiness more than peace. She wonders how much blood needs to be shed to get their praises?

A sudden anxiety hits her as she starts to get closer to the town. Even though her only experience with a human were those leather-clad men who attacked Vella's group, she's only heard negative things about them from the pack.

Greedy, violent, murderous, sadistic. All of these and more were used to describe humans. But, that strange lady, Setsuna, she was none of those things. She seemed as clueless about her surroundings as Corrin did when it came to human social standards. She also spoke highly of A Lady Hinoka. Was she a ruler of sorts?

...No, there's only supposed to be a 'King'. Just like there is only an 'Alpha'.

Before she realized it, Corrin had already reached the town's entrance. A variety of scents and sights greeted her. So many things lined the roads, people and products alike…

But not a single sign of any treasure she could bring back to Keaty or Vella.

Hesitantly, Corrin walked the path the humans walked, unsure of where exactly to go, unsure of how to properly start a conversation, and who to even talk to. It was already starting to overwhelm her. Before, if she had a question, she'd ask the alpha. If she wanted guidance, she'd ask the alpha. But here? There's too much confusion. Humans ran from here to there, peppering each other with questions and statements.

The Wolfskin could never get anything done if they lived like this! It took a trip to a human town to realize just how different they are from her family, the pack. She could barely walk a step without nearly bumping into someone, or hearing some person shout about their 'goods' or 'wares'.

…

She wanted to leave. Or, at the very least, she wants Keaty or Vella here. This is all too much for her. "Uh… hello miss?" Corrin nearly jumped out of her skin when some small feminine voice addressed her. Keaty would have laughed at her for doing such a thing. "Yer new around here, arentcha?" Corrin turned to see a woman, slightly shorter than her. Her brown hair is kept short, but there are a few knots in her hair. She also had dots peppered across her face. "D-do you need any help?" Almost like Corrin, she too was nervous.

Unlike Corrin, this woman's legs were trembling. "I'm looking for someone who can teach using a sword."

The little woman tilted her head, "There ain't any weapon trainers here… though I s'pose the village guards might count."

"Oh." Village?

"B-but! I'm positive that the capital has trainers."

"Capital?" Corrin echoes, earning a strange look from this woman.

"Shirasagi."

"Sh...ira...sagi?" Why does that name have to be so hard? "Can you tell me which way to go?"

"The easiest way people tend to remember is, 'In the direction of the rising sun.'"

"Oh, well… thank you." Is this something she should pay for?

"Happy to help, miss…?" The smaller woman smiles.

"Corrin."

"Mozu." She bows… for some reason. "I wish you luck!"

"Okay…? Uh, goodbye, A Lady Mozu." Corrin quickly started moving, unwilling to stay in this crowded area more than she has to.

She really wishes Keaty and Vella were here…

A/N: What was Setsuna doing way out there? She has an attachment to traps that rival none.

Also have to keep in mind that Corrin wasn't tutored in a royal setting, which leads to moments like 'A Lady Hinoka'. But hey, just be glad she didn't start invading someone's personal space and begin sniffing them.