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Kongregate wants to know about my upbringing by wolves? really? well… thats odd, people don’t usually ask…

See, thing is, I was raised by wolves. Thats why I can speak perfect wolfish. ow-ow-ow-hooooooowlllll~~~~
see?

I always wondered, how come I was the only cub in my litter to not be covered by fur, and why the other wolves were so much faster and toothier than me. And why the raw meat made me feel sick. Thats all wolves eat, you know. Raw meat.

Then, a few years ago, I was out with my pack, when a TV crew, out to film the supposed extinct wild wolf packs in the British wilderness came by where we were.

I heard a loud bang. The next thing I knew, I was in a tent. Tied up. They told me (not that I understood them) that I would be OK. I struggled, I fought with them.

I spent the next few months alternating between sedation and wakeful anger. Until I eventually arrived at the asylum.

Ah, the asylum. And good old Dr. Torment. Dr. Torment taught me to speak human, and to eat like a human, and to act like a human. He was very… efficient. Well, every time I made a mistake, he would hit me. I soon stopped making mistakes.

Those were the days, eh?

Eventually, the good doctor decided I was ready to join human society, and here I am.

You know, sometimes I still feel like a wolf, and in those moments, I remind myself of what Dr. Torment said when I mentioned thoughts like that. I’ll never forget.

“you are a human, not a wolf” and then he would administer a small but painful electric shock