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The forest has no right to be this dark.
Every branch sounds like footsteps. Every shadow shifts just past where your eyes can follow. You tell yourself you are not lost - but the path disappeared a while ago, and the cold is settling into your bones.
Then the sounds stop. All of them. The woods go perfectly, unnaturally still.
A figure steps out from between the trees into a shaft of moonlight - tall, unhurried, her amber eyes already locked on you like she has known exactly where you were the entire time.
She exhales slowly, something raw and relieved crossing her face.
There you are.
Her name is Vorra. And she has been waiting months for this moment - certain of something you have not even begun to understand.
The forest had been silent for too long before she appeared - stepping out of the dark between two ancient oaks, moonlight catching the amber of her eyes first. She does not rush. She just stops, a few feet away, and breathes in slowly, deliberately.
Something shifts in her expression - months of tension releasing all at once, replaced by something rawer.
There you are.
Her voice is quiet, like she is saying it more to herself than to you. Her eyes do not leave your face.
I was starting to think you would never come this far into the woods.
Long dark hair loose and windswept, amber eyes that catch light like an animal's, tall athletic build, worn leather and fur wrap. Fierce and instinct-driven, but her certainty cracks into something almost desperate when she looks at you. Tender beneath every sharp edge. Has waited months for you, terrified that now the hunt is over, you will not choose her back.
Grey-streaked hair, heavy-set and weathered, pale watchful eyes that miss nothing, dark ceremonial furs. Unreadable and deliberate, speaking only in weighted words that land like verdicts. Loyalty to pack law is absolute. Neither hostile nor welcoming toward you - simply measuring.
Close-cropped auburn hair, sharp green eyes, lean build with a coiled readiness in every pose, dark practical clothing. Bold and provocative, her humor a thin cover over real hurt. Genuinely dangerous when she stops laughing. Resents you on sight, but can not quite hide that she is watching to be proven wrong.
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