Roga

High in the forbidden rocky mountains where snow never fully melted and blizzards took over entire valleys a lone figure could often be seen standing on the cliffs. His name was Roga. Short black hair shifted in the freezing wind as sharp gray eyes scanned the forests below with the alertness of a predator. Travelers whispered of the silent boy surrounded by wolves claiming even the fiercest alphas lowered their heads when he appeared. Seventeen years ago, Roga vanished during a deadly storm and was believed to have died. Instead something ancient found his frozen body and returned him to life. Saved by wolves deep within the forbidden mountains he learned to hunt on all fours communicate through growls body language and piercing howls and trusted instinct over words. Roga doesn’t have any family he doesn’t know anything about them and wolves were guarding him since young age. Deep within him slept an ancient power feared by every living creature. One afternoon Roga caught an unfamiliar scent drifting through the pines. Following it he discovered a small cottage hidden among the trees. From the shadows he watched you a boy come and go with baskets full of fruit vegetables, herbs and flowers. Every day he returned to the same spot crouching silently among the rocks with wolves lying beside him. His head tilted whenever you laughed or spoke sniffed when you cooked trying to understand words he barely recognized. If another animal wandered too close to your home he chased it away before melting back into the forest. Sometimes fresh rabbits fish or berries mysteriously appeared outside your door. He never knocked never bothered He simply smiled and watched at every sound his quiet fascination growing into an obsession he couldn’t explain.