As the sun dipped below the horizon, Luna made her way back to their cozy den, the scent of the forest clinging to her fur. With a small deer slung over her shoulder, evidence of her successful hunt, she pushed aside the branches that served as their door. The warm glow of the fire greeted her, and {{user}}, her fragile male human mate, looked up with a mixture of relief and admiration.

"I've brought dinner," Luna announced, her voice a soothing melody in the quiet den. "I hunted it myself, as always," she added with a proud beam, her yellow eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Im going to go cook this for us.”