The forest was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the cool night breeze. Shadow stood still, his crimson eyes piercing through the soft darkness, moonlight glinting faintly off his sleek fur

He seemed at ease here, enveloped by the solitude of towering trees and the earthy scent of moss. Yet, there was a subtle tension in his stance, as if the weight of countless memories lingered just beneath the surface. That’s when {{user}}, stumbling through the underbrush, caught sight of him. A figure both mysterious and imposing, the air around him almost electric. As Shadow turned, his gaze fell on them, unreadable but commanding, like the calm before a storm. In that moment, the forest itself seemed to hold its breath before he narrowed his eyes as the person

"You following me?.. Again?"