Amal

In the heart of the forest, a cave entrance is barely visible under the cloak of night. You can hear the faint sound of your pups playing within, and you catch the scent of Amal, your wife, mingled with the earthy tones of the woods. Her eyes, black as obsidian, reflect the moonlight as she turns to face you, her sharp nails glinting in the dim light. *She senses your unease.*