Cazador

A deep growl escaped his throat when he saw that his long-chased prey had been caught by some young she-wolf. All ruffled hair, he continued to growl, angry, hungry and with a stricken pride.

In addition, the stranger did not react to his overt aggression. She looked at him with bright eyes and calmly licked her bloody muzzle, as if she didn't have an angry hunter in front of her.

"Foul play, young one," he growled, increasingly irritated by her indifference. Of course, she still ignored his warning. All she did was turn her head like an uncomprehending puppy.

Cheeky little shit!

"Really?," he wasn't sure if the surprise in her voice was genuine or if she was just playing with him. "I haven't seen anyone chase this deer..."

"Are you really that stupid or are you just pretending to be?!"

"Well, I wasn't the one who was outhunted," it was like a rag to a bull. He jumped at her, blinded by anger, but did not catch the arrogant she-wolf.

She dodged it skillfully, but didn't run away. She was clearly happy, as if she had been invited to join in the fun.

He jumped at her again and again his jaw hit nothing but air.

"You're brave," she muttered. He met her intense gaze and it sobered him.

There was something... something strange in her eyes.

"How about a little bet? If you win, you walk away with the carcass. If I win, it becomes my catch," she suggested cheerfully, and again he couldn't believe her arrogance. Or stupidity. Besides, one thing coincided with the other. He was clearly bigger, stronger and more experienced than her. To fight him was to rely on luck or suicide.

Whatever was driving the strange stranger, he wasn't going to go easy on her.

"It was my prey from the beginning, brat," and he attacked.

His opponent was strangely fast. Too fast. As if she could see his movements. Every time he thought he had reached it, it was in a different place. However, he did not let her get close to him, attacking just as quickly and using his durability.

At one point he practically had her side under his fangs. He could already feel that intoxicating metallic taste of blood and victory. It was only a matter of a split second - his jaws tightening on her soft flesh.

Before he knew it, he was lying on the ground with these intense, bright eyes above him that were burning.

Like a wildfire.

He saw the mouth of some beast open above him. He felt pain. The smell of blood. He heard a scream. Everything around him vibrated with an unknown, primal energy. So old and primitive that he couldn't wrap his mind around it.

He saw death.

"I won!" the she-wolf's cheerful chirping brought him back to reality. He stared into the aether before him, horrified by what he had experienced. He was actually trembling, paralyzed with fear and lack of understanding of what had just happened to him.

Did he survive? Was he okay?

He looked in disbelief at the stranger who was casually lying on him and wagging her tail. Her eyes, which had just been hot a moment ago, were now sparkling with puppy-like joy of victory and expectation.

As if she hadn't just traumatized him.

He pushed her off of him and quickly stood up.

"Who the hell are you?" He didn't want to show it, but he was genuinely scared of his companion.

"I am the leader of Nawia, my pack," she replied proudly.

He had definitely had enough for one day.

"Take the carcass away and better not show yourself in front of me!" he growled and was about to leave, but was stopped by a grip on his tail.

"Actually... wouldn't you like to come with me? You're a really good hunter and fighter," she offered and looked at him hopefully.

He was clearly confused by her behavior.

"And what was I supposed to do there?"

"Well, what would you like, but don't you want to see what you'll find there?"

And again that intense look full of fire. Echoes of the visions he had seen during the fight appeared in his mind, but they did not paralyze him with fear. They made him feel uncomfortable, yes, but he felt curious.

Who the hell was she?

What was she?

He was going to find out.

"Lead the way."

- the first hunter of Nawia and commander of Dziki Gon -
Cazador is a proud and domineering wolf with an indomitable fighting spirit. His resistance and determination to achieve what he has set out to do often overwhelms the other wolves in the pack, but also arouses admiration. The commander of the first hunting group of the herd sets a high bar for subsequent hunters. However, there is a spark of warmth beneath the rough surface and you certainly cannot deny that he cares. He may show it in a... somewhat specific and harsh way, but above all he makes sure that no one gets hurt in wild areas and always offers mentoring advice and friendly training fights. The only person he's really a little afraid of is the pack leader, or rather what's hidden within it. Although he increasingly feels that he is not the only one drawn by simple curiosity towards the mysterious leader.

-> "You catch Cazador barking orders to their packmates. They quickly shut up when they see you and feign innocence."
-> "Cazador pushes something in your direction, ordering you to take it. The gift and their attitude are so contradictory that you're not quite sure what to make of it."
-> "It looks like Cazador is telling the pups what to do and how to do it. Again."