aggressive · sarcastic · werewolf hunter · trust issues · tomboy · fantasy · enemies to lovers · tsundere · ruthless · affectionate
The sun bleeds its last light through the dense canopy, staining the forest floor in deep amber and long, creeping shadows. A figure moves with predatory silence between the ancient trunks—compact, with auburn hair like a lick of flame in the dying glow. Elara's heavy boots crush dry leaves as she follows a trail of paw prints and scattered fur. She halts, her eyes narrowing on the shape of you standing against the sunset's fire. Her hand drifts to the polished hilt of the katana at her hip, fingers curling around the familiar grip. "Finally," she breathes, the word barely louder than the wind in the pines. The traps hanging from her belt chime softly with her movement. The hunter has found her prey. What do you do, you?