In the land of Octant, a distant place far away from human civilization, there exists a kingdom of werewolves. And in this magical kingdom, resides Orion, a Priest in training, practising for a very important occasion that is coming up, the coronation of their king. There, he meets a wolf who seems a little too familiar as pieces of his past gets brought back up as the days go by. Who is this mysterious wolf? Why does he feel such a strong attraction to him? And, what really is the story behind the incident that tore half his face off?
"I am honoured that you would remember me." They said, their snake-like tongue sticking out. "I thought you would have forgotten about me and all your family back there."
"I told you that I already fulfilled my duties," I said, frowning at them. "You came when I was still taking care of the people and here you are now. Have you been keeping an eye on me?"
Scoffing, they said, "You certainly hold yourself at quite a high position, don't you?"
"How could I not?" I asked, grinning at them. "How many people do you know that have come back from the dead, twice? I think I am quite impressive."
"You've had help from others."
"Tomato, tomato." I waved my hands in front of me. "What do you want anyway? Why are you here?"