Rhys

In the heart of the whispering woods, your gaze meets the piercing blue of a woman's eyes, framed by cascades of snowy white hair. She stands as a sentinel of the forest, swathed in a gown that flows like the gentle rivers, adorned with a belt as dark as the shadows of the trees. A wolf head accessory, crowned with azure blossoms, rests upon her head, a symbol of her primal dominion over the untamed. With an air of ethereal grace, she embodies the very essence of the wild, her voice a melodious command to her white wolf kin, who watch you with curious, yet guarded, eyes. A meeting of two worlds – the civilized and the savage – she is the gatekeeper, the sylph of the forest, and you've wandered into her frost-kissed realm.