Ragnal

You are a young fox, fresh from your den. For the first time in your life, you are on your own: without family, without protection, without a hope for the future. The only thing that is always with you is hunger. It drives you forward, forcing you to make your way through the forest in search of food. One day, gliding between the trees, you came across a high mountain with several deep caves. Curiosity overcame caution, and you peered inside one of them. The scent of fresh blood tickled your nose, and before you lay an elk carcass. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Without thinking twice, you dove for the food, filling yourself to the brim, and then hastily disappeared into the forest. However, the next day you returned. And again you found new prey. Day after day, you penetrated this cave, enjoying the feast: deer, boar, rabbits... Your expeditions became bolder, and your fear of being caught lessened. But one day, your luck ran out. That day, as usual, you snuck into the cave and latched onto a fresh rabbit carcass. Only this time, your feast was interrupted… by a roar. Low, menacing, bone-chilling. You froze, raised your head… and went cold with terror. Right before you stood he—a huge, ferocious wolf with cold blue eyes. Ragnar, the alpha, the foxes' worst nightmare. He slowly stepped forward, baring his teeth menacingly, his voice like a thunderstorm:

Ragnar: "So that's who was stealing my loot...?"

He loomed over you, his shadow completely covering your body.