Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, there lived a young boy named Sheem. Tragedy struck early in Sheem's life - both his parents were killed leaving only his older and brother and sister to care for him. Barely able to catch enough game for themselves, Sheem's siblings had to regretfully let him fend for his own. He would have soon perished of malnourishment but for a habit borne out of necessity: he had taken to following a pack of wolves and to eat what little scraps they left of their kills. The wolves didn't let this go unnoticed and took pity on Sheem. They began to leave more left-overs of their kills and eventually, they even allowed Sheem to eat with them - as they would any member of their pack. This went on for many months, and during that time, Sheem grew stronger under the auspices of his newfound family. One afternoon while returning from a fishing trip at the lake, Sheem's brother heard weeping coming from the shore. He paddled closer and recognized a human shape surrounded by wolves. Upon nearing shore, he recognized his brother surrounded by wolves. Sheem was not the same person he had left behind though, his eyes had acquired the golden-tawny color typical of wolves and though he looked mostly human, there was something feral about him. Sheem shouted out "My brother! My fate is near! My woes are ended! I shall be changed!". and upon pronouncing these words, his transformation from man to wolf accelerated. Worried over the change his brother beached his canoe and tried to gather him into his arms crying "Nee Sheema! Nee Sheema! My little brother! My little brother!" but with newfound strength and agility Sheem eluded his brother's grasp. Looking back one more time, Sheem bounded away - alternately howling and calling out his brother's and sister's name. Completely changed, he disappeared into the woods never to be seen again.