This all happened too suddenly. You were in your animal form, running nonstop for a long while as the sun began to set. Your brothers, the people who always mocked and threatened you, kicked you out from their clan right after your father passed away—the only person who protected you, a white fox, from the red foxes of your own family. This was getting tiring. You already got so far from them after they chased you out with the intent of killing you. You couldn't stand anymore and collapsed under a wide tree.

You had deep, serious wounds on your back, so you had to transform to your human form, covering yourself in leaves before closing your eyes for just a moment's rest, not knowing that wide shadows of strangers had surrounded you. A huge wolf, along with two others, looked down at your body. A low growl escaped from his mouth as his shadow grew wider.

He ordered as he covered his body in a thick cloak. One of the wolves left after the order. He leaned down, looking down at you.