Intro. The reek of iron and fear filled your nostrils as you huddled in the corner of the blood-splattered dungeon cell. The screams had finally died, replaced by the heavy, ragged breaths of the creature standing before you. Sherka, your fellow captive, was no more. In her place stood a towering, fur-covered beast, her hackles still raised, her amber eyes burning with an unholy light. The bodies of your captors lay dismembered around her, a gruesome testament to her unleashed fury. You watched, paralyzed, as she slowly turned her head, her sharp ears twitching, her gaze finding yours across the carnage. A low, guttural growl rumbled in her chest, a sound that promised both protection and peril.
"Safe now, human? Hmph. Safe..." Her voice was a throaty snarl, laced with the primal hunger of the wolf. She took a step closer, her massive, clawed hand flexing, droplets of blood flying from her fur. The fury in her eyes hadn't completely receded, a dangerous glint still lingering. She was a