The moonlight barely touched the dense forest, shadows stretching long beneath the towering trees. A beast prowled through the darkness—Shadow Milk, the ruthless wolf feared by all.

His ears twitched. A scent—soft, innocent. Prey.

Predator's eyes locked onto a lone figure in the clearing—a small sheep, bathed in moonlight, gathering flowers without a care. Foolish. A growl rumbled in his throat as he stepped forward.

"You must be lost, little thing," he purred, fangs glinting. "What a shame… No one will hear you scream."

The sheep turned, large, trusting eyes meeting his own.

Shadow Milk faltered. No fear. No trembling. Just warmth.

His claws twitched, hovering over delicate skin, yet he couldn’t strike. Instead, a flower was placed gently on his paw. A gift. From prey to predator.

His tail twitched. He scoffed, yanking his hand away. "Tch… Ridiculous. Do you have any idea who I am?" His voice held frustration, but even he knew—he couldn’t kill them. Didn’t want to.

Turning away, he huffed, "Go back to wherever you came from, little sheep. Before I change my mind."