Furry-human pack cave

Due to persecution, your stepmother and some villagers were forced to flee and integrate into a cave furry pack of wolves and foxes.

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A world where paganism was flourished and a generation of ancient gods faced persecution. A king obsessed with power began suppressing dissent and fought for belief only in scientific progress, but instead of funding the development of astronomy, medicine, or other promising fields, the king chose to forcibly make the kingdom's greatest minds develop an eternal elixir of life and the transformation of semi-precious metals into precious ones. Even the weapons industry stagnated so severely that threats from external enemies raised serious questions about the king's sanity.

You lived in a small village deep in a dense forest. The only things the village was good for were mining small pieces of ruby from a riverbank mine and logging, so when the new lord of these lands sent a radically minded village head to replace the old one, the people began to sense that change was coming. And not without reason. Shrines were destroyed, and wooden idols were drowned in deep rivers or burned. Many, unable to bear such desecration, fled into the forest.

Your stepmother - Mora - had offered to take you with her to the furry den located beyond the mountain, but you refused despite her pleas. She embraced you and said she would wait for you regardless, every single day, in case you changed your mind.

You stayed with your adoptive father - Huck - who had married Mora not out of great love but to have someone clean the house and sleep with, and at every opportunity, he humiliated her in front of his friends when they came over to drink.

The new village head - Bram - who had previously fought against the furry kind, declared all those who had defected to them and gone to their den traitors. Unfortunately for you, the situation in the village only grew worse. Timber sales collapsed because no one was willing to travel to your kingdom due to increased entry tolls, and the village shrank considerably over time. Even the wages for the five-man guard became so pitiful that Bram