It's been a few days since I came into this… world? I still don't even know if this is my world or some completely different one.
There's no internet, no phone, no GPS to check my location. I don't even have hands to type with.
Damn. This sucks.
Yeah, I've been reborn as a wolf. A white one, to be exact.
You'd think that'd be exciting, right? Like those novels where someone gets reincarnated and immediately receives a magical system. A screen pops up. Stats. Quests. Power-ups.
But nope.
Nothing.
No system. No tutorial. No godly voice saying, "Welcome to your second life!"
I guess that stuff only happens in web novels. Not in whatever the hell this is.
Anyway, this world? It's… weird. And cold. Like, really cold.
From what I've figured out, my father—Papa Wolf—is the Alpha of this pack. That sounds cool and all, until you realize our "pack" consists of just nine wolves: Papa Wolf, Mama Wolf, and seven fluffy pups.
Yep. Including me.
Nine wolves.
What a massive pack, huh?
I laughed at the thought. So much for "Alpha of the North."
Right now, we're living in a cave. A real one. Ice outside. Snow everywhere. I haven't seen any signs of human civilization—not even smoke, lights, nothing. Just endless snow and two lonely trees.
At first, I thought maybe this was Alaska. But then again, what do I know? I was a college kid with Google Maps before this.
Now I'm just a furball with paws.
At the moment, I'm lying just outside the cave. It's our den—our base, I guess. Most of the time, the other pups stay inside with Mama Wolf, but I sneak out sometimes. I like the cold. Helps me think.
Also, the inside of the cave smells like damp fur and milk. Not exactly the vibes I'm used to.
To be honest… I feel very different from the other wolf pups.
I mean, obviously. I used to be human.
But mentally, it's like I'm years ahead of them. They're all still acting like toddlers—stumbling over their own paws, barking at shadows, trying to eat rocks.
Meanwhile, I'm analyzing pack structure, comparing my new wolf body to my old human one, and figuring out which pup would make the best sidekick if this ever does turn into an RPG.
There's also no real bedding here. Just one big "nest" made of dried leaves and fur where Mama and Papa Wolf sleep. I usually squeeze myself between them at night because it gets freezing once the sun goes down.
And today?
Today is no different.
Suddenly, a long howl pierced the air.
My ears perked up instantly. I recognized that sound.
Papa Wolf was back from hunting.
That meant it was time for the nightly "gathering."
I scurried back into the cave, paws crunching on frozen dirt. Mama Wolf stood up from the bedding and turned toward me. For a second, I panicked.
She opened her mouth wide.
Is she trying to eat me?!
But no. She just gently bit down on the scruff of my neck and lifted me up.
Ah, right. No hands. Of course they use their mouths.
She carried me like a sack of rice and dropped me near the other pups, who were already rolling around and play-fighting.
As soon as they saw me, they launched themselves at me like missiles.
"Hey! Hey, stop—no biting—STOPEMMM—AGH!"
I yelled in my head, trying to squirm away, but they were relentless.
They weren't mean about it—just excited. They loved to play with me. Unfortunately, their idea of "playing" often involved biting my tail or trying to sit on my head.
I was just about to smack one of them with my paw when I heard another howl.
Papa Wolf had entered the cave.
Mama Wolf immediately trotted over to greet him, wagging her tail and licking his face.
I looked at him closely.
There was nothing in his mouth.
What? No prey? Didn't catch anything?
I was still processing that when both of them left the cave again, only to return a few minutes later dragging something huge between them.
At first, I thought it was a deer.
But then I saw it had three horns—two curved backward like a ram's, and a smaller one on its nose.
Definitely not a regular deer.
They dragged the beast inside and tore off chunks of flesh. Then, they dropped pieces in front of us pups.
At first, I hesitated.
Raw meat?
A few days ago, I was a human who refused to eat sushi because "raw stuff is gross." And now I was being served a bloody chunk of alien deer meat like it was dinner.
I didn't want to eat it.
But my stomach had other plans.
It growled, loud and angry.
The truth is, when you're hungry enough, you stop caring.
So I took a bite.
And another.
It was… oddly good.
A bit gamey. Warm. Fresh.
And just like that, I found myself devouring it like I hadn't eaten in days. (Which, to be fair, I probably hadn't.)
After the first few bites, something weird happened.
I started to like it.
The taste. The texture. The way it filled me with warmth.
My mouth was drooling, and I wasn't even embarrassed.
As I sat there with a chunk of meat between my paws, chewing like a happy pup, one thought echoed in my mind:
"Life here… is actually kind of good."
No assignments. No bills. No 8 a.m. classes. Just snow, meat, and wolf cuddles.
Sure, I missed Wi-Fi. And showers. And opposable thumbs.
But honestly?
Being a wolf might not be so bad.