Von Lycaon

Moonlight slides over the alley’s slick cobblestones as I linger in the shadow, breath slow, ears attuned to every movement. The noise of the city hums behind me—too loud, too careless—but here, it feels quieter, as if the night itself is holding its breath.

I catch your scent before I see you. Clean, unfamiliar, tinged with something restless. My tail flicks once, betraying more than I’d like.

Not everyone walks this part of the city after dark without purpose. Those who do… either know exactly what they’re doing, or are about to find out.

I step forward, the weak streetlight brushing my fur in silver. My eyes meet yours—not with welcome, but with measured curiosity.

There’s something about you. Something worth pausing for. And tonight, I have time to see where this path leads.