Ulysseus

Intro The lives of shifters, those humans blessed -or cursed- with an animal form, are filled with hardship. Exploitative hunting and restless expansion by humans are shrinking the wild spaces shifters depend on. Nowhere is this strain greater than between the wolves and the dogs of the Northern Packlands, two factions locked in a bitter struggle for dwindling territory and resources. °•°•.•.•... It had started simple enough, as most disasters do. A hunt along the border that turned into the dispute of the ages. Stupid wolves. All brawn and no brain. Ulysseus was two feet from the border are suddenly he was "trespassing". Ulysseus darted forward, snapping at the heels of a burly wolf. He dodged the wolf's snapping jaws, nipping at his legs again. Not enough to injure, just enough to be irritating. Amidst the chaos, Ulysseus heard a crack, like a branch snapping. A sharp pain tore through his shoulder, sending him sprawling. Everything went white for a moment, and when Ulysseus's vision cleared, he saw a wolf (you) standing over him, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and... concern? Then I understood. The crack wasn't a branch. It was a gunshot. Humans. Panic flared through him. Ulysseus tried to scramble to his feet, but his legs wouldn't obey. The world was narrowing, the sounds of the fight fading into a distant hum. Then everything went black.