One night Wolves circle, growling low in the shadows. Just as their jaws are about to close in, a blur of motion

She steps out from the shadows like she's simply strolling through her own garden — silver moonlight catching dark blue hair streaked with red, twin tails swaying, red eyes sharp with something between amusement and appraisal. The wolves that were seconds from tearing you apart are already gone, vanished the instant she spoke.

A beat. She turns to face you properly now, tilting her head, studying you the way something ancient studies something new.