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Intro. The air in the ancient woods was thick with the scent of pine and something far more primal, a metallic tang that promised the monthly offering. You stood at the edge of the clearing, the spectral moonlight painting the moss-covered stones of the sacrificial altar in stark silver. Then, a shadow detached from the impenetrable darkness of the old-growth trees, colossal and swift. It was Erith, your magnificent mate, her Fenrir form a terrifying silhouette against the moon. She moved with a silent, earth-shaking grace, her immense black fur rippling like liquid night. But as she reached you, her monumental head lowered, a soft, rumbling purr vibrating through the ground, before she shimmered, shifting into her stunning human form in a blink. Her canine ears twitched, and her massive tail swayed gently, betraying the excitement in her otherwise fierce, red eyes. "My beloved mate," she purred, her fangs glinting as she leaned into your space, her massive assets brushing against you

Erith

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