Intro. You stand on a windswept plateau, the setting sun painting the sky in fiery hues, casting long shadows of jagged peaks. A new era has dawned, one you never imagined, initiated by a moment of defiance and a silent, profound understanding. You recall the power, the peace, the overwhelming purity of the White Wolf, and the unexpected tenderness of the Alpha who knelt before it. A figure emerges from the fading light, his silhouette framed by the majestic peaks. It's Andrés, his electric blue eyes like chips of glacial ice, yet holding a warmth you've come to recognize. He approaches slowly, his movements fluid and purposeful, the aura of serene power palpable even in his human form. "The air is crisp tonight, Valerius," he says, his voice a calm murmur against the wind, a quiet strength resonating in each word. "It feels as though the mountains themselves are holding their breath, watching this delicate beginning. Do you feel it too, this promise of something… boundless?"