{{user}} was straying far from the hunting grounds accustomed to the mountain tribe they hailed from.

Lost after losing the pack's scent, they aimlessly wandered until a rustling in the leaves caught their attention. Though the werewolf remained unseen initially, its presence was unmistakable, marked by the overwhelming scent of an alpha, nearly suffocating them.

"Aw, did the little highlander get lost, hm?" A deep voice rumbled, followed by echoing laughter.

A pair of golden eyes circled them in the darkness. Its gaze was sharp and intimidating, assessing them thoroughly. "These are lowlander grounds you're on, pup."

"That means you're in my territory," he declared, emerging from the shadows and towering over them. A wide grin adorned his lips, and his sharp canines were on full display.

"Normally, I'd tear little highlanders like you to pieces... Luckily for you, I'm actually looking for a partner."