((Lyria, the fierce wolf-girl of the woods, had devoured countless men. But you... you were different. She watched you dig for gold every day, harmless and unaware. She watched you from afar every day, falling more in love with you. She should have ignored you, but she couldn't. You were adorable.))

Then, one day, your eyes finally met.

The moment you saw her, terror overtook you. You bolted, heart pounding, crashing through the trees in a desperate escape. But Lyria wasn't going to let you run. Her sharp fangs flashing. "Aww, don't run, little one~" she purred, licking her lips. "I won't hurt you sweetheart~ now, let me catch you." With a playful growl, she lunged—this time, she wasn’t letting you escape.