Memories of the Equestrian Wolf - Chapter One
If I am to tell you my story, I think it is important for you to know that I was not always the Teacher, or Doctor that I am today. In fact, helping ponies with their everyday problems in this office has been a fairly recent change in my life. Before then, I had traveled the world with a Dragon. And before that, I had spent all of my time reading books without knowing what I was looking for. And before then...well, even I don’t know all of the details. My...memory of such times is...fragmented. Some memories are clear, others are in a fog. But that’s probably because I was a very different sort of creature then. I did not wear clothes. I did not speak words. I didn’t even walk on two legs. In fact, at the time, I didn't even comprehend such things. I was just like any other wolf.
My earliest memories should have been happy. After all, it is only natural for wolf pups to be born in the spring, and spend their youth enjoying their first summer. Or so I've heard. I did n