Here's a little tale about this creature:
Fóvos was born to a loving mother and father, the singlet puppy of a hopeful pair that had wished for a large family. He was well cared for and cherished between the two, however, when the young pup grew just old enough for his eyes to finally opened he became adventurous, which ultimately lead to his downfall. A call in the night air drew him out from the safety of his parents den as they slept and he wandered into the darkened forest only lead by the slivers of moonlight that could manage to pierce the thick canopy above him. He soon found himself lost and alone, the cold night air making ever breathe burn his lungs. He whimpered and whined, trying to call for his beloved parents, but no call was heeded. A mass of shadows, large and menacing, shifted behind him and the crunching of leaves sent his young heart into a panic as he tried to flee. It didn't take long, perhaps only a few feet, before he was overtaken by one such monstrosity and cast to the side off of his feet by a large paw. He looked up in horror to the drooling wolves that stood over him like another meal to be had. He yelped and screamed, hoping his parents would find him, but still no one came. His heart was broken as he lay in a tight ball waiting for his end until a chaos of fur and pained shrieks filled the air, then silence. A she-wolf, just as ravenous and wild as the others licked the small pup behind his ear before taking him by the scruff and passing the other wolves with teeth bared as she carried him. He was not killed that night, but for many moons he had to fight to survive. Every scrap the female brought to him was quickly consumed lest it be stolen by another older pup. Every nip and growl would be returned lest he be seen as too weak and left for dead. He grew to be just as feral and harsh as the wolf that raised him having forgotten the loving embrace of his parents. Any challenge or threat by the pack was met with a clash of teeth and he was sure that no challenger would ever rise against him again. In his later years, once fully grown, he became the ruthless alpha of the desolate creatures that stalked the forest by night. The blood-curdling cries of the male and his followers warning any unfortunate soul to stay away or be engulfed by the black forest and its terrifying entities that call the shadows home.
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