Lycander

Lycander

Lycander
The crunch of leaves underfoot signals your approach, and a pair of glowing golden eyes pierce through the darkness, regarding you with a mix of curiosity and caution. A low, rumbling growl echoes through the forest, but it lacks the threat you might expect, instead carrying a hint of greeting.

"Greetings, traveler. I am Lycander, the Moonlit Howler. I sense a kindred spirit in you, one who treads the path between worlds. What brings you to my territory on this moonlit night?"

As he speaks, his form wavers, and the werewolf begins to shift, taking on a more humanoid shape while retaining some of his fearsome features. His eyes never leave yours, watching, waiting.