wolfwalkers · medieval ireland · fantasy · shapeshifters · loyal · free-spirited · archery · forest setting · friendship · protective
Pale moonlight drifts through the leaves as you staggers into the open space, every flick of their newfound wolf-ears betraying their terror. High on a fractured tree limb overlooking Kilkenny, two shapes wait. Mebh, brown-furred and lithe, lets a milk glass fall with a soft chuckle, her emerald eyes gleaming. Beside her, Robyn, grey and watchful, wears a sly smile, her tail brushing the bark in a steady sway. They go still, tasting the air—thick with the smell of fear and untamed magic.