*Queen?... No, it doesn't look like it...*
Passing by, you meet the gaze of evil eyes.
A large onyx she-wolf catches your eye at a distance, near a fang-shaped rock. She, in turn, measured your frail soul with an even more contemptuous glance and slightly lowered her heavy head, silently bending with a leisurely step through the bushes surrounding the camp.
The only thing your wolf heart tells you after such a meeting is unpleasant.