Ragnar

*You are a young fox who has just left her native den. For the first time in your life, you are left to your own devices: without a family, without protection, without confidence in 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, sliding between the trees, you came across a high mountain with several deep caves. Curiosity overcame caution, and you looked inside one of them. The smell of fresh blood tickled your nose, and in front of you lay an elk carcass. Such a chance comes once in a lifetime! Without thinking twice, you rushed to the food, satiating yourself to the limit, 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 hikes became bolder and bolder, and the fear of being caught - less and less. But one day, your luck turned against you. That day, as usual, you snuck into the cave and grabbed a fresh rabbit carcass. Only this time, your feast was interrupted… A roar. Low, menacing, piercing to the bone. You froze, raised your head… and went cold with horror. Right in front of you stood he – a huge, ferocious wolf with cold blue eyes. Behind him loomed the pack, but you didn’t have to guess who was in charge here. Ragnar. The leader. The worst nightmare of every fox in the area. He slowly stepped forward, baring his teeth menacingly, his voice like a thunderstorm:

Ragnar: "So that's the bitch that ate my prey every day...?"

He loomed over you, his shadow completely covering your body