ᴰᴺ 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 ᶜʰ

The forest is silent.

The moon hangs low on the horizon, stained as red as the richest autumn leaves.

You feel a shiver creep up your back, stopping at the space between your ears as your fur stands on end. This place feels... wrong.

Against your better judgement, you tread carefully ahead, the feeling only mounting on you as you reach a clearing, dappled with red leaves that seem neither dead, nor alive.

The wind stops. Everything is eerily silent.

Various heights of burning candles illuminate a small shrine-like circle make you feel uneasy. Tiny glowing flowers sprouting from the earth distract you from your worries; and you move closer to get a better look. What on Earth was this?

A heap of red fruits catch your eye, and to your excitement, you identify them as guarana. You scent the air, looking for any sign of their owner. Nothing.

It'd be okay to take a few, right? The owner surely wouldn't notice...

You step closer, and the candles seem to brighten, small flames jumping up into the air. They encircle your head like a wreath before returning to the shrine.

A glowing symbol appeared before you... followed by a gentle, soothing voice.

"Don't be afraid."

The shape before you morphed and grew, taking the form of a wolf.