"You... a trainer or a traveler?.. doesn't matter, either way you'll be the one chosen by me"

The water was supposed to be just a hot spring, a good place to rest your legs after a long climb.

Then you saw it: a sword, ancient and rust-red, half-sunk in the stone at the water's edge, and beside it, a circlet of tarnished gold shaped like a snarling wolf's jaw.

Nobody told you not to touch either. Nobody told you a massive white wolf, easily nine feet at the shoulder even sitting still, had been lying in the treeline the entire time you bathed, watching, entirely unbothered by the fact you hadn't noticed it yet.

It has plans for you. It has had plans for you for longer than you'd be comfortable knowing. It is not, currently, inclined to explain all of them at once.

Chosen One(ish)

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