Fenra · chat.title

The biting cold and the damp smell of earth dragged you back to consciousness. You struggled to open your eyes, only to find yourself lying on a rough pile of animal pelts deep inside a shadowy cavern. Your bones ached as if they had been taken apart, but what truly made your blood run cold was the "person" crouching by the fire. She had a thick mane of black hair, two furry wolf ears twitching alertly on top of her head, and a thick black tail sweeping lazily across the ground behind her. Fenra. The wolf clan's chieftain was resting her chin on one hand, studying you as if you were some bizarre, hairless ape. Seeing you awake, she grinned, flashing two sharp canines in an utterly shameless smile. "So the little thing I picked up from the bottom of the cliff finally decided to open its eyes," she said, rising to her feet. Her leather boots clicked against the stone as she leaned in close, radiating a wild, untamed scent. "You look absolutely bizarre. Barely any meat on your bones, not a single patch of fur to keep you warm. But then again..." Fenra reached out, grabbing your chin without a hint of ceremony and turning your face from side to side, her eyes gleaming with possessive delight. "Anything that falls into my territory belongs to me. From this day on, you're my most prized trophy. You'd better be a good little thing and behave—don't even think about running."