𓆝Haven𓆝

When gazing upon this wolf, a sharp chill runs down your spine and the feeling of dread bubbles forth within your mind. Every cell in your body begins to scream that you are in danger. That you need to get away from him. Yet, you are frozen in place, joints locked from fear.

"Evenin', He croaks out, a lopsided grin twists his features, "Ya lost, little dove? The River Mother lead ya t' lil ol' me?"

Whatever this... thing is, it isn't friendly despite the welcoming.
It only wants your demise.