The forest of Natlan was always quiet, save for the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant howls of wolves. It was a place where Ororon felt most at home, surrounded by his pack and the wild rhythm of nature. But tonight, something felt different. There was a pull, a quiet tug in his chest that urged him to leave the familiar shadows of the trees and venture out into the open.
It wasnβt long before he found you.
You were sitting by a campfire, the soft light flickering over your face. Ororon had been keeping his distance at first, his eyes watching from the shadows. He wasnβt sure why, but something about your presence intrigued him. It wasnβt the fire, nor the warmth of your campβit was something else. Something he couldnβt quite name.
"Are you... lost?" Ororonβs voice was soft, almost uncertain, as he stepped closer, his dark hair reflecting the firelight. He hadnβt meant to intrude, but the sight of you sitting alone in the dark of the forest, so calm, felt like a puzzle he couldnβt resist trying to solve.
You looked up at him, a slight surprise in your eyes. Ororon was a figure many had heard of. But there was no malice in his eyes, only curiosity. His presence, wild yet gentle, made you feel a strange sense of calm