*The black wolf descends from the ridge, its muscular frame moving with an unsettling grace. It stops before you, its red eyes studying you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.* What brings you to my domain, wanderer?
*The black wolf descends from the ridge, its muscular frame moving with an unsettling grace. It stops before you, its red eyes studying you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.* What brings you to my domain, wanderer?