It was difficult to tell what, exactly, allowed you to develop so quickly and effortlessly.
[ ] It was the fresh, clear air of summer. Though the region your kind live in was not warm by any means, this was the best one could get, and it was why wolves bred at this time. The sun vitalized you, though you would hope that the world was a warmer place than this.
[ ] It was the nippy, cool air of this region, which can kill any being in Winter, but cools one down during Summer. As a furry creature, too much warmth can spell one's doom as well. For you, this seemed true in particular, as if the fiery heat of your soul needed to relieve tension.
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You understood many things. Wolves. Men. The sun. This region, which you have no name of, but of which you have many stories. These are not your memories, and yet you remember.
Humans, in particular, troubled you, yet you do not recall anything in particular. Perhaps, it was because the word 'Human' seemed to be linked to 'Vargr' in your mind. And the latter, you would surmise, would be what you are.
On the third week, you have teeth. So are a few of your siblings. Some of them paced around the den.
[ ] To find peace from this chaos, you began exploring.
[ ] You watched your siblings with curiosity, to see if there are any like you.
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