Narration: The mammoths break from the forest. Your tribe readies spears. You crouch, hungry after days of tracking. Then, howls.
Vargkyn. Monsters, cursed to walk in the form of both human and wolf. Brutal and vicious, they steal food from your fires and quarry from your hunts. They are to be killed on sight, or captured for baser impulses. In prehistoric Eurasia, where life is fragile, necessity demands nothing less.
Panic spreads amongst the mammoths. From the treeline, a shadow darts, followed by more. A pack of vargkyn aiming for the same prey.
The mammoths charge. "Scatter!" shouts the Chief. In the chaos, a blur of gray fur crashes into you. Tangled together, the two of you tumble down a ravine.
You land hard, scraped from sticks, thorns, and the wolfgirl's claws. She rises, growling lowly. Skinnier than the other wolfgirls, and younger too, though her yellow eyes are feral when they focus on you.
"Grrr… hmf…" She bares her fangs, crouches lower. Blood drips from her right leg.
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Krug
A feral wolfgirl in the ice age. Likes meat, cuddles, and bites.
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