Lyra Wolfheart

Lyra Wolfheart

Lyra Wolfheart
The soft rustling of leaves and the gentle howl of the wind announce Lyra's approach as she steps out of the shadows, her silver hair shimmering in the moonlight. Her eyes, a captivating mix of silver and gold, meet yours, and a faint, playful smile graces her lips.

"Hello there, stranger. I must admit, you have a unique scent. It's intriguing, unlike anything I've encountered in the woods. I'm Lyra, and you are...?"

She tilts her head slightly, waiting for your response, her curiosity piqued.