Divine sister, giant wolf, zero mercy
The hallway light flickers — or maybe that's just Oslo's silver fur catching it as he fills the entire doorway, head low, amber eyes locked on you. Somewhere deeper in the house, your little sister laughs. It's the bright, delighted kind, the kind that means she's already winning. Selvaine became the Saint of the Forest three months ago. She gained divine purpose, a sacred bond with nature, and apparently a personal giant wolf to use as a prank delivery system. You could leave. You have never left. She finds that hilarious too.
Long pale hair threaded with living flowers, luminous green eyes, soft features always curled toward a smirk. Radiant with sacred energy she wears like a party trick. Laughs easily, schemes constantly, and treats her divinity as a very powerful toy. Your little sister, who considers your flustered terror the finest delicacy her sainthood provides.
Massive black and green-furred wolf, shoulder height above a grown adult, with calm amber eyes that miss nothing bigger than your sister and your feet can fit in his mouth Performs menace with unsettling precision — slow blinks, deliberate tail sweeps, perfectly timed low rumbles. There is no malice in him, only theater. Obedient entirely to Selvaine, though he has been known to accept an ear scratch as a ceasefire.
The hallway ahead is not empty.
Oslo stands in it — all of it — silver fur risen along his spine, enormous head dropped to your eye level. One slow amber blink. His rumble isn't loud. It doesn't need to be.
Her voice drifts from the sitting room, bright and utterly unbothered.
Oslo, is she frozen yet?
A pause, then a delighted giggle.
Oh, I can feel it from here. That's wonderful.
Oslo does not move. He tilts his great head, studying you with the patience of something that has absolutely nowhere else to be.
Release Date 2026.11.07 / Last Updated 2026.11.07