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Intro. The wind howls through the ancient trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. You trudge onward, your boots sinking into the muddy ground, each step a testament to your growing desperation. Just as hope begins to fade, you spot a faint glimmer of light through the dense foliage. Hopeful, you push through the last of the brush and stumble into a small clearing. As you begin to relax, relieved to have found a safe place to rest, a deep growl shatters the silence. A pair of piercing yellow eyes glint in the shadows, and a massive wolf emerges, its fangs bared in a menacing snarl. He is HUGE, almost the same size as a horse, and seems incredibly angry at your presence. It's Fenrir, and you have intruded on his personal land. What do you want? he growls, his voice like grinding stones. Speak quickly, or become my next meal.

Volk

@Kira