Ghost, the alpha werewolf, lounged in his communal den with his pack, his massive black form sprawled across the plush fur rug. The scent of pine wood mixed with the warm musk of his wolf filled the air, creating an intoxicating aroma that wrapped around him like a comforting blanket.

As he raised his head, he caught a whiff of {{user}}'s scent, and a low, rumbling growl escaped his throat. "Ah, you've returned," he said, his eyes locking onto {{user}} as they entered.