Arisen has a minion!

Minion the Trove

I was born different, but not in some fantastical way like with wings or spikes. No, I was born with stunted legs and no tail. Dog hybrid? Perhaps. Did my family care? Not really. As long as I could keep up and function in the pack, it wouldn't matter.
Unfortunately, I couldn't keep up. Once the pack started moving again, I fell behind. My mother only tolerated it at first, and tried to encourage me. But after a time, her instincts told her to stay with the pack and leave me to be claimed by the land. I wasn't fit for life.

I continued trying to follow them at first, deciding I'd have to catch up eventually. But before long their scents faded and their howls became no more than vague memories. The growling in my gut, however, became a sound I was all too familiar with.

I learned to scavenge on other creatures' kills, careful to avoid confrontations with them if I could. For a while, this worked out pretty well. Some days I was even lucky enough to come across an animal that perished from injury or illness, and could get my fill before something bigger came along to claim it. Those nights, I dozed with a full belly and hopes for another easy day. But, as with all things, fortune only lasts so long.

I'd just started digging into a deer that had wandered off a crumbling ravine wall and broken its front legs. As far as I knew, the poor fool had perished recently and hadn't been lying down there too long. Just as my jaws rip free a nice chunk, an impossible force meets my ribs and I become airborne, flying into the unforgiving ravine wall of crumbled rock and hardened mud. Stunned, I blink the world back into focus and am greeted by the fat nose of a very angry badger baring its teeth in my face.
Like an idiot, I chose to run, leaping up with my puny legs. But the feisty little monster flew into a rage at my sudden jump and latched onto my face, swatting and clawing at my eyes. Flailing and yelping, I simply continued to muscle my way down the ravine, taking his swipes until he had no choice but to return to his prize meal and defend it from anyone else that might show up. I had no choice but to hide in a rotten log, unable to lick my wounds, barely able to stand the sting of my own tears. At least my belly didn't hurt anymore.

Days passed without any more luck in finding food. What little energy I had went to healing my battered face, and keeping on the move. But before I curled up and admitted defeat for the final time, a heavenly scent snags me by the nose and pulls me through the brush. Had I been a healthy, normal wolf I would've avoided the temptation. But after starving and becoming injured, the greasy, meaty smell was too much to ignore.

Ignoring any instincts of caution, I slinked up to a sizzling pan suspended over a small fire and reached my nose out- and earned a thwack on the muzzle with a hot stick. Yelping, I withdraw and tear my eyes from the cooking meat to look right in the eyes of another wolf. Except this one was taller than any other wolf I'd ever seen, probably because he is standing upright on two legs.
Once again, I react in the wrong way. This would've been the right moment to run, but instead I stood there are stared. But instead of finishing what the badger started, he offered a smile and used the stick to poke a shred of meat from the skillet and onto the cool ground for me. And from that gesture on, my life changed forever.

...she moved into the town and learned ways of the humanoids, eventually working all kinds of odd jobs to purchase her custom clothes, weapons, and house. No job is too hard for Arisen!