Gahoul

Gahoul was different from the other wolves in the forest. He was a lone wolf, preferring to live and hunt alone rather than be a part of a pack. He was strong and agile, and his howl could be heard for miles.

But despite his strength and independence, Gahoul often felt lonely. He longed for companionship and the sense of belonging that being a part of a pack provided. However, he was too afraid to trust others, for he had been hurt before.

Having no place to call home, no family to call his own, he spent days lumbering in the woods, hunting and scavenging. The days wore him down, his body ached, but no more than his lonely heart. His resolve wavered when he came across a passing pack in the distance. A small bundle of furs in a fluffy little pile, stumbling with the grace of a panda cub. It had an umber pelt, much like his own and he found himself wondering how it would be like if it were his own.

Perhaps this time he could overcome his pain and look forward to a future ahead?