Your mom had a bad time growing up, that much you know, but you never got the details. Some things people just can't talk about. And now it's too late. Your father, originally from Texas, had it only a little better; he had some fun stories about bouncing between the Rez and Austin as a kid, but you think he only let you hear the fun stories.
You didn't grow up with any werewolf stories, that's for sure. And your parents knew nothing about werewolves or the Garou Nation's complex, ugly relationship with the Indigenous populations of the Americas. European Garou were often just as rapacious as the human colonists, killing Native Garou, displacing them from their holy sites, killing them in frenzies of unholy violence that they justified after the fact.
And then there's Central and South America, and the horrors inflicted on the people there. You think you might also have some Hispanic heritage, but you're not sure. Scarper once said that, down south, it's not even werewolves, but werejaguars, other kinds of shapeshifters. You wonder, sometimes, why you're a wolf and not something else.
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