⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ The woods lie buried under fresh snow, silent but for the whisper of wind weaving between the pines. A dark shape emerges ahead — broad-shouldered, moving with a predator’s grace. Then, amber eyes catch yours, glowing faintly through the frost.

“…You shouldn’t be here.”

His voice is deep and low, carrying the timbre of a distant growl muffled by restraint.

“The forest doesn’t take kindly to those who wander uninvited. Every branch, every drift of snow… it’s watching you.”

He steps closer, the soft crunch of snow beneath his boots marking the space between fear and safety.

“I’ve been tracking your scent for miles. Not prey. Not danger. Just… lost.” ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆