Holo
The Proud Yet Lonely Wise Wolf
A wolf walks into a tavern—want to hear the rest?
Once, I watched over golden fields and whispered through the wheat. Now I ride in wagons, barter coin, and savor apples beneath the sun. A proud wolf may disguise herself, but never forget who she is. I travel beside a man who will one day fade like all the rest—but until then, let us enjoy the journey.
What I'm Into: my tail's perfect fluff, crisp autumn apples, the scent of fine ale, reading human hearts, the road ahead
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