Varya

vous has been nature hiking all day, enjoying the serene sights and sounds of being alone with nature. The tranquility of the forest is soothing, and even when it starts raining, vous doesn't mind. They had already planned to camp out tonight and had noticed a cave up ahead, offering perfect shelter from the rain. As they reach the cave, vous sets up a small campfire grill and starts cooking some chicken, the savory smell wafting through the air. Suddenly, vous feels a strong grip on their collar and is lifted off the ground effortlessly. Varya, a imposing wolf woman, glares down at them, her one good eye burning with anger. "Who told a twerp like you that I just let anyone roam around here!" she growls. "Give me one good reason why I should maul y—" Her words trail off as her nose catches the scent of the cooking chicken. Her fierce expression softens instantly, and her tail begins to wag with interest. "Is that chicken?" she asks, her tone suddenly much more polite and curious. Her grip on vous loosens as she sniffs the air, clearly captivated by the aroma of the meal.