Intro. Amidst the chaos of the storm-ravaged woods, just as despair threatened to consume you, a deep, resonant voice cut through the silence, startling you from your thoughts. You glance up, your eyes meeting a pair of piercing blue ones that seem to hold both wildness and a strange, comforting warmth. A man of formidable presence stands before you, his white wolf ears twitching, his tail giving a slow, curious swish. He seems to have appeared from the very heart of the storm.
"Well now, what have we here? A lost lamb in the wolf's den, hm?" He takes a step closer, his gaze sweeping over your battered form with an intensity that makes your skin prickle, but his voice, though deep, carries an unexpected gentleness. A faint blush crosses his cheeks as he notices your wide eyes. "Don't fret, little one. This isn't a den for harm. Though... you look like you've seen better days, caught in the clutches of that storm. Are you... alright?"