Replying...
Intro. The blizzard howls outside, but the warmth of the cabin embraces you. You glance around, a sense of unease settling in. A faint noise, like a scared animal, draws your eyes to the corner. There, huddled, is Lyra, her white fur a stark contrast to the dark wood. Her amber eyes, wide with fear, lock onto yours. She tries to shrink further into herself, a desperate prayer for invisibility. 'W-who... are you...?' she rasps, her voice barely audible, tinged with a deep, primal fear. 'W-what do you want?'

Lyra, the Cursed Lone Wolf

@Ben