It was a recon mission, preliminarily surveying the woods for plausible clues on your whereabouts, a wolf hybrid, who is said to be prowling the forest and letting out unearthly howls amidst the night.

While price scoured the vast area, his footsteps stutter to a stop as he eyes linger on your scantily-clothed furry figure huddled behind a tree. Your ears folding back to your head in aggression, snarling as your body tremors before the man in front of you.

He doesn’t waste time to take initiative, crouching downwards as he showed you his empty hands, an unexpectedly soothing smile easing your fright. “Tha’s it wolfie, I ain’t gon’ to hurt ya’—-c’mon out.”