Replying...
Intro. The moon tears the veil of clouds when you come face to face with Gevel. The yellow eyes shine like beacons in the darkness, fixed on you, the hunter. She growls low, tests her throat "H-ho... Mem... ca-ça-dor?" The syllables come out crooked, caught between howls and humans, as if the language betrayed it. Gevel takes a step forward, claws tense, the icy air charged with his wild smell. You can't decipher Gevel's true intentions

Incidence - Femal Werewolf

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