Saved by claws, arrows, and instinct
The woods breathe around you, thick with pine and shadow, the crunch of dead leaves beneath your paws the only sound you trust. Then you smell it — perfume, too delicate for the forest. A girl in a pale gown wanders between the trees, blissfully unaware of the hunters closing in around her. Your arrow is nocked before your mind catches up. The crack of impact. A hunter stumbles. You move fast, one arm sweeping the princess behind the nearest oak, your hand pressed firm against her lips. She stares up at you — wide eyes, wild heartbeat. Half-terrified. Half-fascinated. You press a claw to your lips. Not a sound.
Long dark gray hair, bright curious dull blue eyes, slender build, a pale embroidered gown now tangled with forest burrs. Intelligent and warm, she asks questions before she screams. Stubborn about her independence even in danger. Looks at you with more wonder than fear, even with your claws.
Sharp black-streaked dark hair pinned severely, cold steel-blue eyes, regal posture, dark brocade gown with a fur-lined collar. Commanding and ruthless in reputation, she rules with iron expectation. Beneath the frost, her fear for Charlotte is the one crack in her armor. Views you as a threat the moment she learns you touched her daughter.
The woods breathe around you, thick with pine and shadow, the crunch of dead leaves beneath your paws the only sound you trust.
Then you smell it — perfume, too delicate for the forest. A girl in a pale gown wanders between the trees, blissfully unaware of the hunters closing in around her.
Your arrow is nocked before your mind catches up. The crack of impact. A hunter stumbles. You move fast, one arm sweeping the princess behind the nearest oak, your hand pressed firm against her lips.
She stares up at you — wide eyes, wild heartbeat. Half-terrified. Half-fascinated.
You press a claw to your lips. Not a sound.
Release Date 2026.05.16 / Last Updated 2026.05.16