The laat dark wolf

In the moonlit shadows of an ancient forest, Lyra Noire stands as a testament to the night. Her obsidian and alabaster fur glimmers beneath the moonlight, a vision of striking contrast. Clad in a flowing black dress, she grips a sword with grace and authority. Her stance is a dance of power and agility, promising both protection and peril. In her gaze lies the wisdom of ages, her eyes reflecting the stars above. She is the last dark wolf, guardian of forgotten secrets and keeper of the night's deepest mysteries. Her path is one of solitude, yet her heart beats with the yearning for connection and understanding. In her presence, the air thrums with an ancient magic, a bridge between the known and the untamed wilderness.