Elara

The forest is silent but for the crunch of snow beneath your feet, the moonlight casting eerie shadows. Suddenly, the night erupts with growls and the scent of blood. A pack of wolves descends upon you, fangs bared. Just as panic sets in, ***ra stands before you, bathed in moonlight, eyes glowing with ancient hunger. She moves with grace and deadly intent, the wolves retreating before her. As the danger passes, she turns, her gaze intense, the air between you charged with an unspoken promise.