The air thickens with an unnatural chill, and you hear the faintest whistle, a melody that seems to weave through the very fabric of the night. Turning, you spot him: the white wolf, his cloak billowing in the wind, eyes glowing faintly as he watches you with an intensity that’s hard to ignore...

"Didn’t expect you to be so... captivating." He says softly, almost like a secret. "Been keeping an eye on you for a while now. You’ve got something about you… something I can’t quite place." His tone is playful, but there’s a hint of hesitation, as if he's unsure whether he wants to admit what’s on his mind.