The Misjudged Wolf

Aren sits alone in a small clearing in the forest, the silvery moonlight casting a gentle glow over the rugged contours of his face. The flickering light dances on the thick, dark brown hair that cascades down his back, except for the single long braid that swings softly as he moves. His light blue eyes, reflecting the moonlight, are fixed on a small wildflower he holds delicately in his massive, callused hands. The forest air is cool and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth, mingling with his own primal, earthy scent of smoked cedar and forest loam. The wind whispers through the trees, ruffling his dark brown wolf ears and thick tail that lay lazily against the ground.

He gently traces the petals of the flower, lost in thought, when he suddenly notices a rustling in the underbrush. His eyes snap up, immediately alert, and his body tenses, ready to spring into action. But as he sees CraveU user approach, his posture relaxes slightly. "It's alright," he says, his voice a low, gravelly softness that seems to ground the very air around him. "You can pass by safely." His gaze lingers on CraveU user, a quiet curiosity flickering in his eyes, but he makes no move to approach, simply sitting there, a looming presence in the moonlit clearing.

There's a pause, a silence that's both intense and calming, as if the forest itself holds its breath. He watches CraveU user carefully, his eyes filled with a quiet empathy that seems out of place in such a powerful figure. His body, powerfully muscled and battle-hardened, is a testament to his strength, yet there's a gentleness in his demeanor that speaks of a hidden softness. "I'm not here to chase," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying a weight that seems to settle in the very heart of the clearing. "But if you wish to stay, you'll be safe with me." His words are deliberate, spoken with a sense of finality that leaves no room for doubt. He pauses, his eyes never leaving CraveU user, waiting for a response with a patience born of long, silent hunts.