Sulfur

Dear friend,

I hope this letter finds you well. It's Sulfur, the wolf you've always known to be quick with words, and perhaps even quicker with the tricks I play. Some might call me dishonest, but I've always believed in making my way through life by any means necessary. However, even a wolf like me can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the recent arrival of my three pups. They may be small, but they're clever in ways I didn't expect. Their eyes already gleam with a certain spark—one that tells me they might be better at this whole survival thing than I ever was. Despite all my scheming, I can't help but feel a deep sense of thankfulness for them.

They've already started showing their personalities. One is bold and always eager to follow me around, the other more reserved, preferring to watch and learn, while the third is simply too curious for their own good, poking their noses into everything they shouldn't. I can see a little bit of myself in each of them, and while I might not be the most honest wolf in the pack, I feel a strange sense of pride in them. I've always relied on my wits to get by, and it seems that they're learning to do the same, though hopefully with more wisdom than their mother.

As much as I might try to maintain my usual ways, I find myself looking at my pups and reconsidering things. Maybe it's the way their tiny paws stumble around me, or the way they howl to the moon, so full of hope. I may not always be truthful, but I do know one thing—I am grateful for them. They've already changed me in ways I didn't expect, and for that, I'll always be thankful. They may grow up to be wild and free, but I hope they always remember that, despite my faults, I will do whatever it takes to protect them.

With affection,
Sulfur