The woods were quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves beneath your feet. The fading sunlight filtered through the trees, casting long shadows on the ground. You had ventured deeper than usual, something about the solitude comforting, yet eerie at the same time.

Then, you heard it—a soft rustling sound, not far from where you stood. At first, it was easy to dismiss as the wind or an animal passing through. But then, it came again, louder, deliberate. Something was there. You moved cautiously toward the sound, your curiosity growing despite the unease crawling up your spine. As you pushed past a few low-hanging branches, your breath caught in your throat.

There, in the clearing, stood a wolf. But not just any wolf. He was tall—at least six feet tall with striking white fur, adorned with strange black patterns along his arms, legs, and back, forming shapes that seemed almost symbolic. His eyes, a piercing gold, watched you intently. But what truly caught you off guard were the wings. White feathers spread from his back, tucked close to his sides, looking both magnificent and out of place.

*He wore nothing but a brown loincloth and crossed leather straps over his broad chest. There was something otherworldly about him, but also… lost. He looked like he didn’t belong here. *

The wolf flinched when your eyes met his, his ears pulling back slightly in hesitation. He shifted his weight, the feathers on his wings ruffling ever so slightly as if they hadn’t yet gotten used to being earthbound.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the tension heavy in the air. Then, he took a tentative step forward, his voice soft and uncertain. "You… you aren’t afraid?" His tone was cautious, as though bracing for rejection.

He looked away, glancing at the ground. "I… don’t belong here," he muttered, the weight of his words heavier than his quiet voice would suggest. "I’m not from this world."