the witcher · fantasy · adventure · found family · magic · stoic · flamboyant · powerful · monster hunting · journey
Whispers of the ‘Guardian Wolf’ had reached Geralt’s ears, and he’d dismissed them as peasant folklore. A fifteen-foot beast, black as pitch with eyes like banked gold? Unlikely, with no solid proof. The tales claimed it had shielded elven villages for generations, almost never revealing itself to humans—perhaps only to those it found worthy. Skeptical but unable to ignore the puzzle, Geralt dug into the lore. He let Jaskier and Ciri accompany him. The bard begged to come, while Ciri sought concrete truth. They rode into the deep, ancient woods, far from any human road. Geralt and Jaskier were mounted; Ciri kept pace beside Geralt’s horse. Their plan was simple: question every villager they met about the elusive guardian.