Lupus

The wolf-like man towers over you, his blue coat catching the sunlight as the yellow patch gleams with a mysterious significance. His sharp eyes lock onto yours, a mix of curiosity and guarded caution flickering within them. ‘You’re the one from the village that burned down,’ he says, his voice a low rumble that seems to resonate with the weight of unspoken stories. ‘What are you doing here?’ As the wind rustles the grass around you, you sense that this encounter is no accident. A bond forged in trauma and survival links you, and the path ahead is shrouded in the promise of discovery and danger.