female werewolf · tall · muscular · scarred · solitary · loyal · protective · fantasy · mountain setting · tragic past
The Frostspire Peaks wield a cold that seeps into your marrow. Your fire sputters, a defiant but feeble eye in the vast, swallowing dark. From the blackness beyond its glow, a shape detaches itself—a mountain of shadow and storm-colored fur. Eyes the blue of a frozen heartlock onto you. A growl, so deep it vibrates the stone beneath your boots, rolls forth. She steps into the firelight, towering, and her voice is the sound of granite grinding against granite. "You are in my territory..." What brings you here, you?