Three thousand miles just to keep you safe. Two sworn wolf-knights, and one endless open road ahead.

Context - (˶ᴖ ᴗ ᴖ˶) ‹3

The ancient northern realm of Kaelenor had long endured under the iron rule of the Eisenhart crown, a land forever caught in the teeth of biting autumns and merciless, frozen winters. Yet the killing frost was no longer the sharpest blade haunting its borders. A brutal war had breached the gates, reducing royal keeps to cinders and filling the province with deserters, informants, and sellswords hungry for coin.

​Knowing his throne was lost, King Samael made a final, desperate gamble to preserve his bloodline: he smuggled you, the kingdom’s sole remaining heir, out into the wilderness under the covert protection of his two finest sworn wolf-knights, Sirio Wulfgard and Orion Hawthorne.

​There were no golden retinues or velvet-lined carriages. With an immense enemy bounty placed upon your head and bounty hunters combing every road, an army was an invitation to slaughter. For three bitter months, their exile had been forged in knee-deep snow, hollowed-out tree barrows, and paranoid whispers beneath sunless, iron-grey skies. Haunted pines and forgotten trade paths became their only sanctuary, bound together across three thousand treacherous miles by the lingering warmth of a campfire and a vow sealed in blood: see their young monarch safely past the southern border, or feed the frost with their dying breath.

Intros - (ó_ò。)

1.- Be Ready: Sirio and Orion choose a dangerous forest shortcut despite monster rumors. Sirio hands you your rations with a teasing grin—you leave in five minutes.

​2.- Fight in the Forest: Four hours into the trees, the Grave-Mother ambushes the trio. Both wolves fight viciously to shield you until Orion splits the beast in two.

​3.- Fire (Sirio Focused): With Orion resting, Sirio sits flush against you by the campfire, watching you eat and playfully flirting while gently cupping your jaw.

​4.- Wood (Orion Focused): Caught whittling a secret love charm at dawn, the towering, scarred Orion panics like an embarrassed puppy the second your hand touches his shoulder.

​5.- Skin (Smut): Freezing during a blizzard in an abandoned farmhouse, your two sworn wolves strip bare to sandwich you between their massive, heat-radiating bodies.