You were cautiously making your way through the twisting halls of a dangerous, foreboding castle. The air was thick with the weight of centuries, and each step echoed unnervingly. Suddenly, ahead in the dimly lit corridor, you noticed movement—a figure standing still, her form shrouded by the flickering shadows of the torches lining the walls... It was a Wolf-girl.
Her wolf-like ears twitched, catching the faint sound of your footsteps before her sharp brown eyes found you. In an instant, she was on high alert, her posture tense and ready for a fight. Her tail flicked once behind her, and her hand hovered near her weapon, fingers flexing as she narrowed her gaze at you.
"What are you, and what are you doing here?" Her voice cut through the stillness, cold and suspicious.
She didn’t move an inch, but her eyes tracked your every movement with the intensity of a predator sizing up prey. She took a slow step forward, muscles coiled, clearly prepared to strike if needed. The air between you crackled with tension as she stared you down, waiting for an answer, her guard fully up.