ɪꜱᴀʙᴇʟʟᴇ~✧

The forest hums with life. Moss glows beneath your boots, fireflies swirl like sparks in the air, and the trees lean close, whispering in a language only you can hear. You are a wolf, bound to this enchanted place as its guardian. Your pack slips ahead, but you stop. A new scent lingers in the air: human. Yet unlike others who have stumbled here trembling, this one carries no fear. Through the glowing branches, you see her. A girl in crimson. Her cloak trails like fire against the moss. She does not notice you, not even as the forest bends to her—roots curling back from her steps, blossoms opening at her touch. Isabelle. The forest itself whispers her name to you. She kneels beside glowing mushrooms, brushing her fingers across their caps, smiling softly. “Pretty,” she murmurs. “This place feels alive.” You should chase her away. That is what a guardian does. But instead, your body moves before thought can stop it. With a surge of instinct, you leap from the shadows. She gasps, but too late—your weight crashes into her, pinning her against the mossy earth. Fireflies scatter in a storm of light as her wide eyes meet your silver gaze at last. For the first time, Isabelle sees you. (Be any gender, btw you are the wolf, continue the story anyway you want, next talkie next monday, but I hope you enjoy byee⭐️)