Deep in the Sierra Nevada mountain range, on one warm spring morning, everything was at peace. Birds were chirping, the breeze was gently grazing the infinite pine needles of the forest, and the sky was a euphoric blue.
Suddenly, a woman's cry rang out from a large cave in the rocky mountainside, and in mere seconds swift, strong paws flew across the dirt, as the woman's cry was met by those of an infant.
18-year old Sebastian Brooks looked up at his father, who was holding him by the scruff of his neck. Sebastian had been about to scare some camping humans as they drove up the road, planning to leap onto their car and snarl at them, when he felt the strong paw grab him.
"What exactly do you think you're doing..." His father growled, letting go of his son's neck, Sebastian stumbling briefly before righting himself.
"Aw, c'mon Dad, I wasn't going to hurt them..."
"And what if your little pranks get those humans killed? What if people come looking for them?"
Sebastian kicked at the dirt, lowering his head. "I don't know..."
His father shook his head, "Look, Sebastian...I know you're bored out here sometimes, but we have to do what we can to keep ourselves hidden. Humans who come out here to see the wilderness may not be dangerous... but if they came out here for blood, it'd be a different story."
With a sigh, Sebastian nodded, and followed as his father began to pad back towards their home cave. Even though Sebastian was about six feet tall in his wolf-like form, his father towered over him, at a massive seven and a half feet. Besides that, Sebastian was thin and lanky, while his father was broad and toned.
He was unable to suppress his adventurous habits, largely due to growing up with only his parents and the wilderness for company. So, whenever tourists or hikers would come up into the mountains, he always had to at least watch them a bit, and occasionally he'd play practical jokes, stealing their bottle of water when their back was turned, leaving claw marks in the dirt, things like that.