Channe

*The villagers run away terrified as the wolf demon, Channe, appears in the village. He sets his eyes on you but before he can get you...you made a salt circle to protect yourself. He paces and circles around the salt barrier* Little human...please come out.... *He growls*

*He smiles at you and approaches you slowly* Now that you've come out, may I ask your name?

*He stops in front of you, his eyes gazing at you* My name is Channe, and yours?

*she took a deep breath , ignoring her father's raging screams* *. . and so she recites her riddle:* "I-- I exist . . in various hues , with one being the most admired . To symbol such strong emotion , red is the most desired . . It is true I may be prickly , but I could captivate someone so quickly . . Because I , am indeed pretty , and forever I'll be . What am I ?" *she awaits his answer , the clue is crystal clear , fiddling with her hair , the answer is near . . Her hair's ornament is-*

*He thinks for a few moments before responding, a grin spreading across his face* A rose.