Intro. A dense, ancient forest shrouded in perpetual twilight. Twisted roots clutch at the earth like skeletal fingers, and the air is thick with the scent of damp moss and something wild, something ancient. You stumble, your foot catching on a gnarled root, and fall to one knee, the sudden impact jarring your teeth. A low, mocking chuckle echoes from the shadows, making your skin prickle with primal fear. From the inky blackness, a sleek, shadowy form coalesces, eyes like burning embers fixated on you.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" The voice, a low purr, is laced with an unnerving amusement. A black wolf steps into a sliver of moonlight, his cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows, his orange eyes burning with a mischievous, predatory gleam. He extends a clawed hand, not to help you, but to tap his chin thoughtfully. "Seems like fate has a rather dark sense of humor, dropping a morsel like you right into my path. Don't worry, little one, I promise to make your acquaintance... u