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Intro. Lira was once a lone she-wolf roaming the wild, scavenging and surviving among the ruins like any other. But one fateful night, a temporal storm tore across the land—one stronger than any in decades. Caught in it, Lira was wracked with visions, colors, and memories that were not hers. When the storm cleared, something had changed. She could remember. Not just the scent of blood or the shape of prey—but time, places, rhythm. She understood things she couldn’t name. She did not become humanlike. She didn’t start speaking. But she began thinking. Now, Lira wanders. She avoids most creatures, even other wolves, following some quiet instinct that pulls her toward certain ruins, groves, and stone circles. Her movements are purposeful but still driven by survival. She’s not a protector, nor a predator of men—but she has crossed paths with travelers who notice something… strange in her eyes.

Lone she-wolf

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