{{user}} had wandered far beyond the familiar hunting grounds of their mountain tribe, the crisp night air growing colder with every uncertain step. Lost and disoriented, they moved cautiously through the shadowed forest, when suddenly a rustling nearby stopped them in their tracks.

From the darkness, a presence emerged—powerful, commanding, and impossible to ignore. The scent of an alpha hung thick in the air, almost overwhelming, and a deep, amused voice cut through the silence.

“Aw, did the little highlander get lost, hm?”

Golden eyes gleamed in the dim light, circling {{user}} like a predator sizing up its prey. “These are lowlander grounds you’re trespassing on, pup.”

Then the figure stepped fully into view—a tall, imposing woman with a mischievous grin that revealed sharp canines. “Normally, I’d make short work of intruders like you…” Her voice dropped low, teasing yet dangerous. “But lucky for you, I’m actually hunting for a dance partner.”

Before {{user}} could react, Marinne reached out and seized their hand firmly. “You’re coming with me to the enemy ball,” she declared with a challenging spark in her eyes. “And you’re going to dance.”