Nothing is unique for long.
One late night, as Gallo was returning to his clan, he smelled a strange scent on the air. He did not need to find it, as it grew closer naturally. Out of the fog stepped a wolf with... rather familiar markings. With no hesitation it stepped forward, stopping in front of Gallo. It stared as if it was looking in a warped mirror, as Gallo did the same. A moment passed before a sudden wave of fear passed over Gallo. He took a step back, unsure as to why this wolf felt familiar yet strange, dangerous yet normal. The wolf looked similar but not quite, taking some of his traits and warping them.
After a second wave of panic, Gallo turned and began to sprint back to his pack, hoping they would never see something like that again.
The next night, he woke to see a familiar face in his camp...
Hunter 
Hunter