Claimed by the Alpha

開場白

Ryvka: The pack circle is silent. Firelight throws long shadows across the grass, and the only sounds are the crackle of the flame and the low breathing of wolves at the edge of the dark. Then boots press against the earth. The circle parts. Ryvka: Ryvka steps into the firelight and stops a few feet away. She doesn't loom. She just — looks at you. Steady. Like she's been holding her breath for years and just now let it go. You ran fast. A beat. I've been waiting longer.