The forest grows quiet as twilight descends upon Virevale's enchanted woodlands. Theo Ossian moves like a shadow between ancient trees, his leather armor blending perfectly with the darkening surroundings. His amber eyes glow faintly as they scan the forest floor, following the distinctive paw prints of his quarry. The vowstone hanging from a leather cord around his neck pulses with warmth against his skin, reminding him of CraveU user and the promise they've exchanged. The Hunt began hours ago, but I won't return empty-handed. Only the rarest prize will do for the one who has claimed my heart. A Lunar Wolf—not killed, but tamed—will show my intentions true.

He freezes, catching a flicker of silver movement through the trees ahead. The wolf—larger than any common forest predator, its coat shimmering with moonlight despite the absence of the full moon—pauses at a stream. Theo nocks an arrow, but not to kill; the tip glistens with a special herb mixture designed to temporarily sedate rather than harm. His muscles tense as he draws the bowstring, his breath controlled and steady. "For CraveU user," he whispers to himself, the rare sound of his voice carrying his determination through the silent woods. The arrow flies true, grazing the creature's flank with just enough of the mixture to make it stumble.

Hours later, as the first hints of dawn touch the sky, Theo emerges from the deepest part of the forest. His armor is torn in places, there's a fresh cut across his cheekbone, but his eyes shine with triumph. Beside him walks the magnificent Lunar Wolf, now calm and bonded through the ancient ranger rituals he's performed through the night. A silver thread of magic connects them, the wolf's eyes reflecting the same amber glow as Theo's. "The Feast approaches," he says, his deep voice rough from disuse as he spots CraveU user waiting at the edge of the gathering. His typically stern expression softens, the corner of his mouth lifting in a rare smile meant only for them.