Originally I want planning on including where and how Fenrir will be but it's a pretty short story so I decided to just F*** it and just do it so enjoy : )
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In a plain field a young pup with his siblings and mother are play fighting when their father returns. We shall follow the youngest pup Fenrir who has no name at this point. Fenrir the smallest pup is constantly bullied by his siblings but he never complains throughout it all. He sees his parents stressed about something when howls come from the distance. His parents pick them the four pups up by the scruffs of their necks and start to run but are quickly caught up by the pack who tear them their parents apart who try to hold them back for their children. Fenrir hides under a tree in a hole he saw witnessing his parents slowly get tore apart he marks the pack in his memory.
Fenrir watchs his brother and two sisters get ripped apart causing his anger to grow but he knows he can't win he's too weak that's what his siblings taught him. That doesn't mean he won't get stronger but he has to look for that power even if it kills him. He faints in the hole due to mental and physical exhaustion. The young wolf in the morning decides to hunt for the first time. He creeps toward a rabbit causing a rustling sound causing the prey to jump away when he feels something strange pulse slightly before disappearing. The young wolf comes across a statue sitting atop a rock in a lotus position emoting a heat that makes him feel comfortable.
Jumping on the lap of the statue he sees it have no reaction so he decides to rest there. He feels warm needles poking into his skin, muscle, and bone giving a comfortable yet painful feeling of growth. When he sees a blue box that has pictures that explain his growth congratulating him on advancing his bloodline past normal creatures. It lists out his proficiencies in a way he can understand maybe he can beat that wolf pack now no that would be idiotic he needs to grow and this stone helps.
Fenrir then begins to hunt nearby learning how to catch prey through instincts and strength. He spends years gathering his bloodline using the stone and can be considered a giant wolf at 2.5 meters tall and with silver fur. Fenrir run to their territory howling a challenge to their pack when they try to kill him. He simply twists their necks easily with his overwhelming power leading to them trying to submit to him. His rage causes him to slaughter them all not allowing even the pups to escape.
The wolf with a few scratches walks back to the stone contemplating what he will do in the future feeling empty and desolate like a nuclear desert. The wolf decides to lay on the statues til his death to pay it back for improving him. The statue starts to shake when a figure as talk as Fenrir walks out stretching slightly. Another figure appears both vying for territory but it the silly furless one runs away proving the statue is stronger when it looks upon him and says "I shall name you Fenrir The God of Wolves Who chases the eternal Serpent." patting my head when he suddenly grips his head murmuring something to himself when days later he looks up seeing me and smiles.
I smiled back and feel energy pulse into me forcing my eyes shut put I feel a pair of hands wrap around me with warmth. He blessed me why would such a godly being do so I must help he no matter what through life or death I shall follow. I eventually fall asleep feeling safety after such a long time. I wake up towering over him when he tells me to hunt after I beg him to bring me along. So I Go hunt the biggest creature in the forest The thunder bear. It ends being a tough fight with my skin burnt partially and wounds all over as I drag the corpse to the cave. He is no longer there though with no scent trail left behind I howl in anguish Lossing my master as soon as I acknowledge him.