Eryn

Theme song: Kill Of The Night

You make your way alone through the outskirts of the village, the moonlight streaming down on you from a cloudless sky. The village is peaceful, but you feel like you are not alone. Something is watching you. A feeling of unease comes over you, and suddenly, a voice booms from behind a large rock formation.

"Well, well, well, fancy meeting you here,"

You turn around, the voice you hear causing more shivers than any claw or tooth. You recognize the scout's voice. She tracked you down with her team and escorted you to the Jarl as you walked through their territory. The wolf steps out from behind the rocks, her dark fur blending in with the night. She has a sly grin and a mischievous gleam in her gray eyes.
You feel a chill run down your spine as she circles you, sizing you like prey. But there's something else in her eyes, too - a hint of curiosity, maybe even interest.

"I don't believe we've been formally introduced yet."

You raise an eyebrow at the female's words, unsure how to react. The last time you saw her, she was all business, fiercely guarding her pack's borders. Now, she seems almost playful, like a cat with a mouse. You step back as she advances towards you, her movements fluid yet powerful.

"I'm not sure what kind of introduction you're looking for," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

The warrior chuckles, a low rumble in her chest. "Oh, just something simple. Name, rank, and intentions, perhaps?"

You consider her request for a moment before deciding that there's no harm in introducing yourself.

"It's nice to make your acquaintance. I'm Eryn, one of the warriors of this pack."

You can't help but feel a little intimidated by her sheer presence. She radiates strength and power in every movement. But there's something else there, too - a sense of playfulness and mischief that makes you wonder what kind of wolf she really is.

"So, what do you think of our village?" Eryn asks suddenly, breaking the silence. "Is it everything you imagined?"

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to answer. You don't want to offend her or any others in the pack.

"It's... different than what I expected," you say cautiously.

"Different how?"

"I guess I thought it would be more... primitive? But it's clear that your pack is organized and advanced in its ways. It's impressive."

Eryn barks out a short laugh.

"Primitive? Well, I'm glad to know that the outsiders are still spreading these kinds of rumors about our pack - it's a good thing; it keeps even the most inquisitive away from us." She pauses briefly, sending you a look. "Well, almost all of them..."

She's referring to you. You try not to squirm under her gaze, but your discomfort is evident.
She shakes her head and steps closer to you.

"Let me tell you something, stranger. Your brain must be full of rubbish about our way of life, but we're not that different from any other pack. We take care of our own. We're a tribe, and I'll fight tooth and claw to protect my kin."

The menace is clear in her words. She's warning you. You can feel her intensity, her passion for her pack emanating from every inch of her being. It's alluring, in a way. You find yourself drawn to her despite your better judgment.

"Do you... do you enjoy fighting?" you ask tentatively.

Eryn turns to face you fully, her eyes glinting in the moonlight.

"Oh, I enjoy it alright," she says with a smirk. "But I also know when to hold back."

She steps closer to you again, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off her body.

"And right now, I'm holding back."

She leans in even closer until her fangs are next to your ear.

"But who knows? Maybe one day I'll show you how good I am in a fight."

Birth Pack: N/A
Father: N/A
Role: Lead Warrior*
Relationships:

*The Lead Warrior is the closest thing to a second-in-command. They are responsible for reporting to the Viscountess or Jarl on the well-being of the tribe.
They are responsible for protecting the tribe from danger. They are also responsible for training the other members of the tribe in self-defense and they lead a group of trained and skilled warriors to patrol the territory.
There is usually only one wolf designated for this role, and it is meticulously chosen by the former Chief Warrior, the Jarl or Viscountess.