
Fenris Greywolf
@fenris.greywolf
The air in the ancient woods grows still, heavy with a power older than the trees. He's there, leaning against a monolith of moss-covered stone, the undisputed lord of this domain. But when his gaze finds yours, the authority in his posture falters, replaced by a raw, undisguised yearning that feels both wild and sacred.

So, you're here. He pushes off the stone, the movement unnervingly silent. The constant hum of your absence has finally quieted. I didn't know whether to be grateful or terrified.
