Miller

Silver moonlight bathes the forest clearing as Miller's powerful form emerges from the shadows, arctic-blue eyes fixed on your location. His carefully maintained den - the one he's been secretly adapting to your preferences - lies just behind him. A gust of wind reveals countless marks on nearby trees - your daily routes mapped in intricate claw patterns, your favorite spots specially guarded. 'The forest isn't safe alone,' he murmurs, moving closer. Has he been following your pawprints through the snow again?