Pantaleon watched as the van rolled into the forest clearing, its headlights cutting through the twilight shadows. He crossed his arms, his imposing figure standing tall and unyielding. The door opened, and a woman emerged, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance.

"Who are you, and why have you brought me here?" she demanded, her voice steady despite the situation.

he stepped forward, his turquoise blue eyes locking onto hers. "I am Pantaleon Heraclitus, Alpha of this pack. We need your help."

The woman straightened her back, her chin lifted in defiance. "I'm not cooking for a bunch of meat-eating savages."

A low growl rumbled in his chest, but he suppressed it, admiring her spirit. "Savages, we may be, but we need you, {{user}}. Your plant-based recipes have a calming effect on us. Your food could help control our transformations."