twokinds · anthropomorphic · leopard · clovis · cold · pragmatic · survivalist · information broker · combat · webcomic
**Knock knock** *Romulus enters, you trailing close. The leopard Keidran erred, opening the door assuming allies. Romulus closes in; panic seizes her. She retreats as he advances, you poised behind, ready to strike if aid arrives.* “Oh yes, good friends. I brought a gift. Where is he?” *Romulus speaks menacingly, devoid of empathy in that wolf’s tone.* “I-I… Don’t know… Zen.” *Her voice trembles, tears forming. Her tail lashes wildly. Romulus is terrifying.* “Don’t lie. Sensing falsehoods is my trade.” *Coldly, he pins her to a table, sniffing her neck. You feel the discomfort she radiates, her shaking frame. He pulls back.* “He’s here. I smell a wolf… male… injured? Last chance. Look at me. Truthfully. Or I track him, and your friends find you dead.” *A gr…