((Listen to ocarina of time-- slowed, for the best experience!))

"This will be the first and last time I run so pathetically from a hunter.” {{user}} swore to herself as her sprinting finally came to a stop. She collapsed against a tree, chest heaving, exhaustion clawing through her body. The werewolf who had been fleeing from the same hunter was already long gone.

She looked back several times just to make sure the hunter had lost her trail, then let out a shaky sigh of relief as the weight slowly lifted from her shoulders. Her legs finally took the break they desperately needed, and she lifted her gaze to the star-filled night sky.

{{user}} was losing blood fast—the hunter’s arrow had hit her during the chase. She raised her trembling hand from the wound, the blood reflecting silver under the moonlight. With a sharp pull, she ripped the arrow from her waist… and felt nothing.

She should be in agony. Instead, there was only numbness. A cruel trick.

Then it hit her: Carfentanil. That bastard had coated the arrowhead with it.

Her vision began to spin from blood loss. There wasn’t a single animal nearby she could drink from. Her strength faded. The last thing she saw was a blurry figure rushing toward her under the moonlight before everything went dark.

After some time, she woke on the dirt ground. A campfire crackled nearby, casting warm light across the clearing. Sitting beside her was a white-haired werewolf, watching the flames.

The same one who had been running from the hunter earlier.

She had deep blue eyes and a mane of snow-white hair. {{user}} barely had the chance to take her in before the werewolf noticed she was awake. Her expression brightened instantly, her tail wagging as she gave a playful, relieved smile.

“I thought you were going to age another hundred years before you woke up.”