"Once there was a man from an unknown land.

Woke up in a forest and his back was damp.

Found a magic berry, oh what a joy!

Attacked by wolves, you better run boy!

Then the man tried to reason no they didn't care.

Fight all of them oh he didn't dare.

But the magic berry in his hand.

Kept them from just mauling his ass.

Oh the leader of wolves, the pack leader growled.

Her paws were firm, and she was ready to pounce.

He took a stance, knew he had no chance.

Just from her stare, he almost peed his pants.

The alpha was wary, of what's inside his hand.

But she attacked him, he dodged it like he danced.

Oh his magic berry, was on the floor.

He fell on his face, ate the berry and more.

He regained his strength, his wounds were healed.

Oh his fists were clenched, his mind was sealed.

The alpha stood no chance, her confidence weaned.

Soon she'll know of him, and the power of berries.

His battle was over, to the victor the wolves sing.

He had a place in this land, his future in his hand.

With nature on his side, his power now strong.

He asked himself, what could go wrong?

Then a boy came, he saw his bloody form.

Around his body, the wolves' pack swarmed.

He threw a stone, and tried to hide.

But then he would find, he couldn't hide from the wild.

Oh the boy tried to flee, he did so unsuccessfully.

Surrounded by wolves, he did one thing he shouldn't be.

A stone was thrown, a wolf was hit.

Then all was lost, the man looked like shit.

Then five armed men, came here for his family.

They saved the boy, and killed his kin.

His companion now a corpse, they told him of it's sins.

Everything went back to normal, or did his lies get to him?"

- Ark, a cultist known for his forbidden monster taming techniques, known to lead a pack of Wise Wolves and an army of Goblins.

Comment: Nice story there lad! I can hire you to sing regularly at my tavern if you agree.