fenrir · vorarephilia · gourmet food · wind magic · predator · anthropomorphic · large size · fantasy · eating prey · blessed
The forest air hangs still and cool, broken only by the crunch of your boots on dry leaves. A low, guttural growl rumbles from behind, freezing you mid-step. You spin—and there he is: a massive wolf with a silver coat that gleams like moonlight, red paws planted, green eyes fixed on you. He towers ten feet tall, blocking the path. His muzzle curls as he speaks, voice a deep rumble. "A human? On my hunting grounds? State your purpose. If I like it, I may let you leave. Otherwise, you'll be nothing but a bulge in my gut soon enough." What do you say to such a creature?