Who's Fenrir

Nothing better than an early may breeze thought Kuwabashi Isomara as he stared out the open window ignoring what the teacher was saying.

The classroom started to turn bright blue as blue sparks flew into the room from a tornado that was running rampant in the middle of the classroom, sucking in each individual student. Isomara tried to jump out the window, deciding it was better to break both his legs than dying my tornado. But the wind seemed to grab him, dragging him back into the room, into the heart of the storm. As soon as Isomara faded from view the tornado stopped and the classroom returned to normal.

Isomara found himself lying in darkness, certain that he was dead. Damn I only got to live for sixteen years? What kind of bullshit is this? He thought to himself. Why not? He had all eternity to be pissed. Words rang in his head without a voice, "Monster Candidate has been selected, generating random..."

A wave surged throughout his body causing his eyes to tingle and his ears to pop, causing the final words to feel hazy, unable to be made out as it faded away like dirt in water. As soon as he felt the pressure in his ears start to die away he was met with the sound of loud yowls and whining. What in the world? Something fuzzy had rubbed against Isomara's eyelids. He peeled his crusty eyes open in surprise. I can see! But he was still met with a sea of black. Great... blackness with the cries of animals to keep me company.

But a bright flash caught Isomara's eye, and looking up he saw the bright blue expanse of the sky littered with white, fluffy clouds. So if he wasn't dead then what is this black stuff he wondered as he went to poke it. But Isomara suddenly had no other thoughts than what happened to his hand?! Or lack thereof, because instead of a human hand he was reaching out a jet black paw.

Suddenly without warning the black wall began to shift, the wind it caused smelled heavily of wet dog, suddenly revealing 8 pink nipples. Suddenly the yapping stopped as the Black Sea that surrounded him began to move toward the nipples. Isomara slowly stood up on his four legs, making sure that he didn't fall, not being used to the sensation. But it was actually pretty easy, he stumbled at first but he started to trust his instincts and he found it to be almost natural.

After figuring out how to move he slowly approached the wall wanting to see what type of animal it was despite having an idea in mind. Nearing one of the nipples he noticed one of the cutest faces he had ever seen suckling on it. It was a puppy! Damn his paws Isomara thought, he wanted to pet it so bad! Wait if it's a puppy does that mean... He let out a high pitch "Arf!" Yup sure enough, he was a dog. Damn that was demoralizing, Kiora was right. Isomara felt his mind start to veer off course as he thought about his girlfriend a stone setting in his puppy throat. Best case scenario here is I got turned into a dog so no matter how you slice it my life just got fucked!

Isomara felt his belly rumble, pulling him back into his situation. It doesn't matter right now, I have to focus on survival. Turning his gaze toward the nipple, he felt a shiver run down his spine. Maybe I'll try my luck else where. Isomara turned and padded off in the opposite direction from his brothers and sisters not looking back. After a few paw steps however the skin around his neck tightened as he was suddenly began to be pulled back through the air. Huh I guess they're right when they say it doesn't hurt, Isomara thought, feeling like a toy in a crane game as it sat him down next to the nipple he was at before. The terrifying, rugged and black head of his wolf mother leaned back into a resting position so the young could feed. Damn so this was going to be harder than he thought.

Isomara couldn't get over the size difference, in the end that was the deciding factor. He glanced back toward the nipple. Am I really going to have to reduce myself to that, dreading what might have to pass in the near future. A small voice rang out in his head following after a few yelps from the pup still suckling on a nearby teat, "It's not so bad you know. Warm and succulent." A few moments passed as what Isomara confirmed was more suckling before getting a continuation, "I'm telling you it hits the spot- hick!" Great the puppy got the hick ups, Isomara couldn't help but laugh as he padded over to his fellow captive/brother.

Isomara searched deep within himself and followed his instinct like he did with the walking as he yelped he thought of the words he wanted to say hoping they got through. "I'm good. What's your name?" Isomara felt stupid but words entered his mind again in response.

"Are you a damaged one brother? Why are you talking like that? Is that why you don't want milk? If so it's good for you I swear!" The little puppy yipped puffing out his chest at the end like a good older pup. "Also pups don't have names, we get them at the Evolution Passage. Only then are we strong enough on mothers milk to have names my damaged brother!" He proclaimed followed by another fit of hiccups before returning back to suckle some more. For some strange reason Isomara didn't feel like the damaged brother here. But he liked him, besides he needed family in this world didn't he. He really didn't want to suck on a nipple though, especially a dog one, it just felt wrong that's the one thing Isomara knew for sure at the moment. But watching his brother suck he suddenly had an idea! And he knew just the gullible one for the job.

Isomara ran through the plan in his head one more time before approaching his soon to be fat brother at his guzzle rate. Confirming that it was the best it was going to get he wandered toward his brother casually. He was paid no mind however since the other was to focused on feeding. Isomara sat down looking at his paws and sighed. The only response he got was the sound of more suckling. Isomara sighed louder, swatting his brother upside his head, finally getting his attention.

"Damaged Brother? Why did you hit me and sigh? Damage brother being damaged I guess." He almost returned to suckling but Isomara cut him off.

"Actually I have a plan." The pup gave no response, but Isomara had already thought of this. "A plan to get even more delicious food than mothers milk." His brother immediately turned around standing on all fours with a murderous look in his eye.

"Nothings better than mothers milk!" He growled staring right into Isomara's soul. But again he had anticipated his simple brothers response. He did have younger brothers before and he had mastered getting them to follow him into the worst of plans.

"If you say so, but imagine what you could be missing my brother. What else could possibly keep me from drinking mothers glorious milk all day? Have I gone mad dear brother or have I seen the light. Have I drank from the holy grail and given strength and power through the gracious beasts flesh?!" Okay so Isomara was a little hungry and that might have gotten in the way of the speech but it didn't matter for the brother hung on his every word, his mouth already salivating at what could be beyond the nipple.

"Okay so what's the plan enlightened brother?" His brother asked sitting in front of his food guide in full attention.

That went about as well as he had thought it would, he smiled inwardly. "So first we need to get past mother since she's so protective of us." Isomara immediately went onto stage two without missing a beat.

"Mother goes to sleep at nightfall so we could leave then, but brother its dangerous out there. Are you sure we can do this?" His brother asked his eyes full of scared unease, but a glint of curiosity burned beneath as he unleashed full puppy dog eyes on Isomara.

"Yes I'm positive that we can do this. Trust me, I won't guide you wrong in the ways of food." Isomara felt a little bad since he had no idea what was out there but the growl in his stomach was only getting louder and he had already made peace with dying over suckling, especially after his brothers depiction. He nodded fully trusting his brother not knowing he had only been in this world for no more than half an hour. "I'll come get you at nightfall until then you do what you do best brother." His brother nodded as he sat back down and began to suckle some more. Isomara felt bad for his mom. Don't worry I'm doing you a favor mom, trust me. As he sat down and continued thinking about his plan on an empty stomach.

So from what I know, in reincarnation novels they always had a status screen. Immediately a screen popped up before his eyes making him jump back in surprise only for it to follow him. Isomara slapped himself with his paw, he had no time to mess around he was hungry. Focusing once more on the screen in front he realized the format of an rpg game as his stats were lined up on the left next to a 3D model of himself. Holy wow I'm adorable he thought immediately regretting slapping his face a moment before. Anyway back to the gravy, the stats read out:

Name- N/A

Level- 1

Race- Black Pup

Title- N/A

HP- 10/10

MP- 20/20

Strength- 8

Agility- 10

Stamina- 8

Spirit- 10

Intelligence- 0

Isomara had just started to feel really good and well rounded until he saw the 0 at the most important part of the screen. How else was he going to cast spells and use his MP that he now had and was ready to use. Was he really that stupid? No that couldn't be right otherwise he'd be just like his brother right now. His brother! He quickly turned around toward the suckling pup and nudged the eye button, that was on the upper right of the his 3D model, with his nose having played these types of games before. Immediately a slightly pudgier version of himself appeared on the screen, the stats having changed to his brothers.

Name- N/A

Level- 2

Race- Black Pup

HP- 13/13

MP- 2/2

Strength- 11

Agility- 10

Stamina- 8

Spirit- 1

Intelligence- 0

:Warning: Skills Include:

-Bite (3 dmg)

-Menace (stun)

-Dash

Isomara was stunned, skills? Since when? He realized he could close the tab with his mind just by thinking about it. That's easier than using my nose he thought as he searched the screen for his skills. He found it toward the top of the screen as a tab labeled skills, next to the status tab that he had mistaken as the title. Cursing his stupidity he swapped pages and sure enough there they were:

Bite- 3 MP- The next bite of the user will be 10% stronger upon activation of this skill.

Dash- 1 MP every 15 seconds- User's speed increases 15% upon activation of this skill.

Menace- 5 MP- Stuns target on eye contact after the activation of this skill.

But below that was a section labeled passive skills. At first Isomara thought it was empty assuming he was like his brother but to his surprise he had a token that had a wolf with a necklace of swords plunged into its neck. Isomara pressed it reading the information tab that pulled up on the token.

Token of Fenrir- Grants an additional stat point per level, 20% exp boost to all members of your pack, you are also granted 10% exp boost for each additional member of your pack.

This was it. This is the broken blessing I've been waiting for, Isomara threw up his paws in celebration, immediately falling onto his back. Isomara scrambled up and looked around to make sure non of his siblings saw that, and fortunately for him they hadn't. He quickly sat back down and restarted formulating a plan based around this new info. And it seemed like he was going to keep his brother around quite a bit longer than he had originally planned Isomara thought maniacally, practically rubbing his paws together.