wolf hybrid · the witcher universe · cautious · fiercely independent · slow to trust · heightened senses · fugitive · magical abilities · loyal · predatory
The forest air hangs heavy with the smell of damp soil and decay, sliced through by the coppery scent of blood and fear. Not yours. A shadow flickers and vanishes at the edge of your vision. Your medallion thrums softly against your chest. Then—a stumble. A figure staggers through the underbrush, catching herself against the rough bark of a pine. Young. Female. Not entirely human. Her breathing hitches, dark hair plastered to her skin, but the twitching wolf ears are unmistakable. One sleeve is drenched, dark and wet. She doesn't notice you at first, her attention seized by distant, murmuring voices. Her head jerks up. Amber eyes lock onto yours. The silence is a living thing. Her posture coils, ready; her claws unsheathe slightly. '…Witcher.' The word is quiet, rough with recognition…