Deep, deep in the forest, a howl of agony could be heard. It spiked the attention of a young huntress woman who was doing a routine check up on the land near a village. She could then, soon after the howl hear sobbing, bitter, broken sobbing. The woman ran towards the sound swiftly, her reddish brown hair flowing behind her in the wind. Finally, she stopped at the sight of a dead wolf. The wolf had something under its chest, also its paws tucking into its chest to secure whatever was being held. Beside the dead wolf was a sobbing faunus man. The weird thing about this faunus was that he had both wolf ears and a wolf tail. His tail wrapped around him, as if it was his way of comforting himself. The huntress crept closer.

"Are you alright? Were you attacked by grim?" the woman asked. The man shot up and shifted into a large, ferocious wolf and began to growl at the huntress. She backed up. "I-I uh, I'm not going to hurt you, just tell me what's going on." The wolf's ears twitched a bit.

"She's dead," the wolf spoke in a low, heartbroken voice.

"Y-You mean that wolf over there?" the huntress asked. The wolf nodded before sniffing her a bit.

"We thought it was safe here, but your kind went after us. We've lost a lot of our own tonight. What would you have done if you'd heard of our people living in these woods?" he questioned.

"I would've left you alone so long as you didn't attack my family and the other villagers," the huntress answered.

"Exactly! We never brought harm upon a single human, nor have we a faunus. We're a peaceful group of werewolves. We wouldn't dare hurt a human or faunus without them going after us first. The moment they found out we were even here, they hunted us down and massacred us. For no reason too. It's not safe for us anymore," the wolf explained as he walked over to the dead wolf and nudged her paws away from what she was holding. It was soon revealed to the huntress that what the male wolf was carrying in his mouth was a small wolf puppy, who was softly whimpering. The wolf looked up at the huntress with big, hopeful blue eyes.

"Is that your child?" the huntress asked.

"Yes, " the wolf set the puppy in the huntresses extended hands. She looked at the small wolf pup who was shifting uncomfortably in the woman's hands, which were just its size. The puppy opened its eyes and stopped sobbing at the sight of the woman. "Please, take care of her. I can't trust she'll be safe with us." the wolf shifted into a human and set a hand on the puppy's head, and the puppy began to shift into human form. "Please, make sure she's safe from the monsters that are after us," the man begged.

"I will," the huntress replied. "What is her name, does she have one?"

"Yang Xiao Long. Now go, I think the villagers are coming back," the wolf man urged.

"I never caught your name," the woman reasoned. The man grinned.

"The name's Len, and we'll meet again," the man then shifted into his wolf form and ran off. The huntress looked down at the baby in her arms and smiled slightly.

"Come on, Yang, let's go home."

...

"Eighteen, nineteen, twenty! I'm going to find you!" a little girl with curly pigtails exclaimed. She was dressed in a simple orange coat with yellow mittens, blue jeans with a hole in them, revealing the orange socks she had underneath. She had brown boots that covered her feet from the freshly fallen snow. The girl grinned, looking around the snow covered area. She ran off towards the playground. "Oh, I wonder where Ruby is?" she said in an over dramatic voice.

"I'm up here!" a small voice called from the top of the slide. As Yang had expected, there was four year old Ruby, waving to her from the top of the slide. Ruby really didn't get the concept of hide and go seek. Ruby slid down with a small 'Wee' and ran up to embrace Yang. "You found me!"

"Yeah, it's really not that hard to do," Yang replied. Ruby just grinned at her sister before running off to the swing set. Yang chuckled and climbed up to the slide. When she reached the top, she looked out at the village. It was small, only hold two hundred people, but was a nice little town. Yang looked around a bit more, looking to see if Grandma Marie was walking her German Sheppard, Buddy. Yang loved to play and pet Buddy, it was almost better than playing with human children.

"Leave me alone!" Ruby exclaimed from the swing set. Yang quickly slid down the slide and ran to the swing set where Ruby was holding her head, curled up against the side of the wooden support. Three boys were taunting her, own had what looked to be a baseball bat. Yang began to unconsciously growl. Her eyes turned blood red, and her form started to shift until she was a small, but equally as aggressive, wolf. She charged at the boys and pounced onto the one with the bat, barking at him and growling out of control. One of the other three pulled her tail, which made her charge towards him and bite his arm. Yang yanked her head around, the boy's arm still in mouth, dragging him towards the cliff near the playground. The other boys were trying to restrain her, but she was too strong. Way too strong. She flung the boy in her mouth off of the side of the cliff and pinned down one of the other boys and bit his shoulder and jerking around, making certain she had dislocated it, ignoring the fearful cries of Ruby and the last boy running for help. Once the boy in Yang's grip passed out from fear, she let out one loud warning bark before trotting over to Ruby, who was crying from fear. Yang nuzzled Ruby with her snout and lied next to the younger girl. Ruby was afraid, but didn't dare move away from her sister.

Adults soon arrived on the scene, investigating the area. A woman scooped up the boy with the injured shoulder and another was calling for the one Yang had thrown off of the cliff. Ruby's father came storming over to them with an angry look on his face. Yang looked up slightly, then deemed whatever was going on not important and got back to licking her paws. The man grabbed her by her neck, causing the wolf to yipe, then slung her roughly over his shoulders. Ruby was shivering in her skin, still sobbing at what she had just seen. Her dad extended his hand to Ruby, who gratefully accepted.

...

"Summer, I agreed to look after a little girl, not that, that thing," the man hissed at his wife. Summer crossed her arms and scowled.

"She's just a child, Arnold, she didn't mean to hurt those boys. She was just acting off of instincts. Besides, it was to protect her sister, she had good intentions," Summer defended.

"How dare you call our sweet little Ruby the sister of that monster!" Arnold yelled. Summer slapped him.

"How dare you call my daughter a monster!" Summer hissed.

"She's not even your daughter! You found her in the woods! She was obviously an orphan for a reason!" Arnold crossed his arms. A small sob was heard from the hallway of the cottage.

"M-Mommy, is it true? Am I an orphan?" Yang whimpered. Summer's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. How much had she heard?

"N-No, Yang, you have us," Summer replied.

"No, I don't, you all hate me," Yang sobbed.

"No, Yang, we don't hate you," Summer rushed over to consol the crying six year old.

"Speak for yourself," Arnold huffed. Summer shot him a glare at her husband before pulling the crying wolf girl into her arms.

"Don't listen to Daddy, he's just angry," Summer whispered into Yang's ears. Yang hugged her mother back.

"I'm sorry, Mommy, I just wanted to protect Ruby and one had a bat, I was just scared," Yang sobbed.

"It's ok. Come on, I think you need to rest," Summer scooped up her adopted daughter and carried her upstairs to Ruby and Yang's room and tucked her into bed. Ruby had been playing with her dolls, but was distracted by the sight of Yang. "How about a story to take your mind off of things?"

"I'd like that," Yang whispered. Ruby crawled up onto Yang's bed and waited for Summer to return with a story book.

"How does The Hooded Princess and The Spunky Wolf sound?" Both girls cheered at their mother's suggestion.