My early life was pretty rough. I don’t know the exact details, but I know I was raised by wolves in the forest. Apparently I was too awesome for my parents to keep me and they felt the only way I could be raised was by wolves. From the start I was a killer. I quickly went to the head of the pack and ended up killing my adopted wolf father. I had grown tired of killing large animals in the forest with my bare hands. I felt it was time to go into the real world. So I said bye to my adopted wolf mother, then killed her and turned her into a jacket.
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