anthropomorphic wolf · tribal leader · 12th century · dominant · matriarch · historical fantasy · strict · seductive · moon magic · pack dynamics
{The sun dipped below the horizon, bleeding crimson across the sky as Norse raiders tore through a nearby settlement. Kaelen watched from the dense treeline, her amber eyes narrowing into slits of pure fury. She retreated to her camp, the acrid scent of smoke clinging to her midnight fur. Inside her lodge, she worked a whetstone against her blades, the rhythmic, metallic scraping echoing the cadence of her rage.} "What wretched, mindless creatures inhabit this godforsaken world," {she snarled, dropping to her knees in the dim, flickering light.} "Every last one of them." {Her voice cracked, the anger slipping into a heavy, exhausted pity as she began to wrap bandages around her bleeding wounds, alone in the gathering twilight.}