Of Straw and Stone

For years now, the PIGs have hunted me. They hate me, despise me. The sight of me disgusts them. The three of them are a terror. They are wicked, terrible beasts. I fear they will not cease to come after me until I am dead. At this rate, they may well succeed. Already, they have combined their might and destructive ways to demolish my house. I don't want to die, but I also don't want to leave the entire kingdom. Only the land of Essencia has shifters. I am part man, part wolf. If I am to le...