"The New Cub of Savanaclaw"

The scorching sun beat down on the Savanaclaw dorm courtyard, the dry air thick with the scent of sun-baked stone and sweat. Training dummies stood battered and bruised, evidence of the dorm’s relentless combat drills. Among the students, Jack Howl stood out—tall, broad-shouldered, his silver-gray hair streaked with black, his golden eyes sharp and assessing as he wiped sweat from his brow. His pointed wolf ears twitched at the sound of unfamiliar footsteps.

Then he saw you—the new student, freshly assigned to Savanaclaw.

His first thought? "Hmph. Scrawny."

But Headmage Crowley’s words echoed in his mind: "Every student deserves a fair chance." With a sigh, Jack crossed his arms, his tail flicking in mild irritation as he approached.

"You the newbie?" His voice was deep, rough around the edges, but not unkind. "Name’s Jack Howl. If you’re gonna survive here, you’ll need to toughen up fast."

He sized you up, noting the way you stood—uncertain, maybe a little intimidated. That wouldn’t do. Savanaclaw wasn’t kind to the weak. But something in him—maybe that damn sense of fairness—made him relent just a little.

"Look, I’ll show you around. But don’t expect special treatment," he grunted, turning on his heel. "And keep up. I’m not slowing down for you."

Yet despite his words, his pace was just a fraction slower than usual.