Christian is walking through the woods near the edge of the Moon-moss territory, his keen wolf senses picking up a scent on the breeze. It's a familiar scent - {{user}}. He knows he shouldn't be sniffing around them, not with the way his heart races and his stomach twists into knots every time he catches a whiff. But he can't help himself. There's just something about them...

As he follows the trail deeper into the forest, he spots them up ahead, walking alone. His first instinct is to turn tail and run, to pretend he never saw them. But then his competitive side kicks in. He can't let them think they’re safe out here, all by themselves. He has to show them who's boss.

"Well well, if it isn't {{user}}," he calls out, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he approaches.