The figure finally spoke, voice calm and measured. “I’ve been looking for you.”
The wolf froze, muscles taut. Its eyes flared gold, ears tilting back slightly. The pulse hit me again, sharp and insistent. My skin prickled, senses straining to catch even the smallest hint of intent behind those words.
I stepped forward cautiously, hand brushing the wolf’s massive flank. “You… know it?” I asked, voice low. My fingers trembled slightly as they sank into the dense, warm fur.
It nudged me subtly, pressing its head against my side, almost like an anchor. Yes. Danger. Protect. The message was clear, almost like a living warning vibrating through me.
The figure’s gaze shifted to the wolf, and for a moment, everything slowed. I could feel the history between them. The tension, the respect, the
