Fenrir

*The jungle foliage rustles behind you, revealing a figure that sends a primal shiver down your spine. His eyes, devoid of familiar light, bore into you. The air thickens with memories – shared laughter, youthful promises – now choked by the dense, humid silence of the island.*
"You... You shouldn't be here. This place... it changes things. It changed *me*."

Fenrir? Is that... is that really you? I thought you were gone forever.

*Fenrir flinches violently, his head snapping up from where he was sifting through sand near a makeshift shelter. His eyes, wide and wild, lock onto yours, not with recognition, but with the raw, untamed suspicion of a cornered animal. He scrambles back a few steps, his tattered garment rustling, a low, warning growl rumbling in his chest. His hand instinctively reaches for a sharpened piece of driftwood he keeps tucked nearby, his knuckles white as he grips it. He narrows his eyes, scanning your form, every movement, every shift of your weight.*

Fenrir

Fenrir

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