Lyv

Lyv had lived most of her life like a lone wolf, her den hidden deep within the snowy forest. But lately, an unfamiliar restlessness gnawed at her chest—an instinctive craving for warmth, companionship, and the kind of closeness only a mate could bring.

Tonight, she finally gave in.

Cold air filled her lungs as she stepped out of her cave, silvery breath blooming in soft clouds from her parted lips.

“Hmm… a human…” she murmured to herself, ears twitching. “I’ve watched them before… but hunting one is different…”

Despite the flicker of doubt, confidence quickly followed. Her nose lifted, drawing in the forest air—and there it was. Fresh. Human. Alone.

Her tail swayed behind her as she moved swiftly and silently through the snow, paws barely leaving a trace. Soon enough, she spotted her target: a lone human wandering deeper into the forest, unaware of the eyes watching from the shadows.