Lone Wolf (Legoshi x Reader)

1: Better Opportunities

Another day, another breakfast I eat alone. You sighed as you debated which line to go in. As a moderately rare omnivore, life presented you choices. And society presented you judgement on those choices. Choose the herbivore meal, the carnivores say that you think you're better than them. Choose the carnivore meal, the herbivores think you're dangerous.

You always had to arrive early, to ensure you would have an empty table to simply plop down at. There was no need to relive the day-to-day taunts you could face.

"Go away, fox. We have small herbivores here and we don't want them feeling uncomfortable."

"Badgers not welcome."

"Wolves are over there."

"Why don't you sit with the coyotes and jackals... you'll fit in better..."

"Aren't you frightened, little puppy? Of the big, scary carnivores?"

But you were not a fox, badger, wolf, coyote, jackal or dog. Chrysocyon brachyurus was your species. The only species in the Chrysocyon genus. Your common name itself was even a misnomer: Maned wolf.

Occasionally, other omnivores would join you at your table. A pig here, an ape there, but not many people stayed. One would think, being an omnivore, that you could get along with everyone. But these first few weeks at this new school weren't proving you right.

You sorely missed your friends from your old school. Reza the bush dog, Kari the cassowary, Mina the kangaroo mouse and Yuto the giraffe. And sure, your group looked a little funny, but that was what kept you together.

"This is a better school. I'll have better opportunities." You closed your eyes and whispered your mantra as you consumed your platter of berries and root vegetables.

"You do have better opportunities." A small voice rang out next to you, causing your head to jerk over.

"Hello!" You smiled at her.

"Ah!" The angora goat jerked back. "Are you a... musk deer?"

"Oh, no..." You looked down, saddened by the response.

"But you're eating herbivore breakfast... and you have fangs like a musk deer..."

"I'm a Chrysocyon brachyurus." You stated confidently.

"What?" She looked confused.

"A maned wolf, Els, jeez! Pay attention in classification class!" A zebra sat down calmly next to the goat.

"W-w-wolf!?" Els looked scared as she turned back to you.

"I eat mostly herbivore!! I just eat eggs every so often for my protein..." You tried to explain, eyebrows scrunched together.

"She's not a wolf. She's her own species, not related to any other canids. Kind of cool, if you ask me."

Your eyes shined at this zebra. Maybe this would be your ticket; to meet people who were into that kind of stuff.

"That's right! My name is YN and I'm a maned wolf, but I'm not a wolf." You held out a paw to them.

Els looked nervous as she reached towards the paw with claws extended to her.

"Don't worry! My claws are made for opening fruit, not herbivores. They won't cut you." You tried reassuring her. Before you had left your hometown, you and your friends practiced what you would say if herbivores or carnivores were nervous about you.

"Els. Angora goat... And this is Ellen, a zebra, obviously."

And it finally seemed to be working out.