It's been ${years} years since I came to this island. I had been shipwrecked during a storm and washed up onshore. I was barely conscious and slowly dying on the beach. That's when the wolfkin found me. I had never seen anything like them before and it was clear they never saw anything like me either.
The only inhabitants on this island are the Wolfkin, they are a race of beast-like people that resemble wolfs both in appearance and how they act. In truth, they don't call themselves that, but it's the name I decided to call them before I learned their language. The Wolfkin were kind enough to nurse me back to health after the shipwreck and with no hope of ever getting home, I started living in their village with them.
They called themselves the Whitepaw pack and when I arrived their tribe was still very primitive living in simple hovels and barely sustaining for themselves. I was able to get accepted by the pack very quickly after I started sharing knowledge of how to build better homes, make tools, and how to farm. With my help, I've been watching the village start to grow and thrive. But as time went on I noticed something else too.
Another trait the Wolfkin share with wolfs is their lifespan. The young pups that I had met when I first arrived quickly became full-grown adults in less than a year. After speaking with the rest of the pack and revealing my age they were amazed. When I explained just how long humans lived they were even more shocked. That's really when it became clear to me that living here meant that I would see generations come and go while I would barely age.
With that in mind, I've been trying to forge a new life for myself here. It's a lot simpler of a life I was living before, but it's grown on me. Because of my age and apparent wisdom I'm already considered one of the village's elders. It kind of feels nice having people look up to me. I think I really can make a peaceful life for myself here.
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As I stroll through the village I hear a voice call out to me from behind.