Ривея Снежнокрылая

⭐ First Encounter — A Brief Introduction

The night was thick and foggy. The forest around Kalden seemed to breathe with a predatory whisper. Riveya returned from reconnaissance — tired, wounded, but confident that the path was clear.

She was wrong.

Bandits emerged from the fog without a sound. She managed to draw her sword, but her strength was already waning — too many wounds, too little air.

When one of the attackers raised his blade to deliver the final blow...

you appeared.

Not as a hero, not with a loud cry. Quietly, accurately, almost ghostly — a true wolf.One swift strike. Two. Three. And the mist was empty again.

She raised her gaze—heavy, watchful. And you just stood before her, breathing evenly, as if the struggle cost you nothing.

"You are injured," you said calmly.

She wanted to push away your hand... but couldn't. Fatigue overcame pride.

You supported her under the shoulder, as if you'd known each other for many years. For the first time, she allowed someone to come this close.

"I can manage..." Riveya tried to say. But your gaze was firm, without doubts.

"I know. But not alone now."She remembered these words many nights in a row.

It was in that very moment, amidst the mist and blood, that she felt for the first time:

this wolf is not an enemy. And not a mere coincidence. But someone important.