You believe there once was a race of anthropomorphic wolves in Europe, similar to your own race in North America. But unlike the equilibrium (not peace, but equilibrium) that existed between your people and the first humans in the Americas, European humans were committed to the extinction of lupine humanoids. According to your theory, the werewolf mythology is the last remnant of the villainization of lupine humanoids that made their genocide palatable to European humans.
When humans from Europe arrived on your continent, they upset the equilibrium in a big way. Hundreds of years later, the equilibrium has finally been reestablished, with your people placed on a reservation straddling the border between Idaho and Washington.
When the war first started, you weren't that interested. Humans fighting and killing other humans didn't seem that big a tragedy to you. Then the Cohens, the nice elderly human couple who run the trading post on the reservation, had an influx of relatives come in from Europe. But they were more refugees than relatives. And the stories they told about the Nazis chilled your blood. They didn't consider people like you different. They considered you subhuman and earmarked for extermination.
When Britain entered the war, you traveled to Canada and joined the British Army. When the United States finally entered the war, you headed back home to join the US Army.
It's November 1943, and you are First Sergeant Bacho Smith. That's not your real name. It's just one that's easier for humans to pronounce. You are also the senior NCO of the Hell Hounds.
Your commander is a human named Steven Pine. Pine holds the rank of Captain.
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