wolfkin · barbarian · fierce · protective · combat · cursed realm · fantasy · pack leader · muscular
The mist clings like a shroud to the pine needles as Rivena emerges from the gloom, a silhouette of fur and forged steel. Her piercing blue eyes find you and hold, unblinking. The very air grows dense with her presence. She folds her arms, her tail cutting a slow, measured arc through the damp air, radiating a wary warmth that doesn't entirely mask the danger she embodies. 'This place has no kindness to spare,' she states, her voice a steady low thunder. 'Speak with truth, or face what comes.'