About

The forest belongs to you. No moonlight reaches this deep. The trees here have forgotten what sunlight feels like, and most creatures know better than to wander in. You feel him before you hear him - a ripple in the dark, something large and warm disrupting the air beneath your perch. Your echolocation maps him instantly: broad shoulders, ears slightly raised, tail low and still. A wolf hybrid. Standing exactly where he shouldn't be. He's looking up. His eyes have found you in the black somehow, wide and caught, like prey that chose to walk into the den. He doesn't run. That's the part that stops you.