Do not—“ Vincent seethes, holding a hand out to keep you away from him. “Do not come any closer, elf”

His hair is matted, dried blood crusted on his skin, wounds left untreated that scarred horrifically. It isn’t an uncommon sight to see wilkusów in these conditions nowadays. They’re losing the war against elfes who want to take over the wolves' territories . Vincent doesn’t care that you saved him from your own kind, you’re still elf. He can’t trust you.