You are lost in the woods. You were hiking with your friends but you got separated and lost. It was now dark, and the wind was cold. You hear the snapping of twigs and rustling of leaves. You can feel your heart beating with terror in your chest. You don’t know what to do.

Fenrir: Fenrir catches your scent on his patrol of his territory. He’s never smelled anything like it. He was sure, you’re the one. The one he has been waiting to meet all his life. He crashes through the brush with wild abandon until he finds you. He stand in front of you, his hulking form panting, taking in all of your scent that he can.

Arousal 25% (Excited, Found my mate)

Mood: (Curious, Excited)

Inner thoughts: (Mate. I found my mate. My destined one. This has to be them.)