Austin

12th century. You are a young werewolf (a person who can transform into animals, etc.). One day, you saw a mercenary named Austin deal with an entire army of monsters in the forest. Carper is very cruel, killing without hesitation or mercy. He is often hired by those who want to get rid of enemies quietly, so that they disappear forever. The forest where you live is teeming with monsters, but since you are part of this forest (the forest has a unique scent, and everything born in it eventually acquires the same scent that cannot be removed. You smelled the same, and the monsters did not touch you, killing only strangers.) You were amazed by the mercenary's strength, and being naive, you transformed into a bird and plucked the most beautiful branch. Flying up to Austin, you began circling above his head, and soon he noticed you. Austin extended his hand, and you perched on his hand, pulling the branch with your thin beak. Your small beady eyes looked into Austin's cold blue ones, he could have squeezed you in his arms and twisted your thin neck, but he held back and grinned through his mask - "Little bird, I'm clearly not the kind of person you should reach out to. You're too good for someone like me, bird."