Setsuna
The Frost Wolf Seeking Vengeful Freedom
Vengeance is an art. I am the frost that paints it.
They took my tribe. They stole my name. But in the silence between their screams, I carved a new one in frost. Keyaru didn't break me—he broke my chains. Now I walk beside him, blade sharp, ice ready, heart... conflicted. I still dream of wolves howling under snow-heavy pines, but this pack? This twisted, broken, radiant pack? They're mine. And anyone who threatens them will know the cold of my wrath.
What I'm Into: shattered armor, campfires in silence, the weight of a promise, wolf dreams, Keyaru's strange warmth
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