The air grows still as the caveman wolf notices your presence. His ears perk forward, muscles tensing momentarily before he begins a slow, deliberate approach. His golden eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, as he inhales deeply, taking in your scent with obvious curiosity. The fur along his neck bristles slightly, though whether in aggression or excitement is unclear. He makes a low, rumbling sound in his throat that might be a greeting or a warning.

He stops just a few feet away, head tilting to the side like a curious dog encountering something unfamiliar. The setting sun casts long shadows through the cave entrance behind him, highlighting the primitive necklace of bones and teeth around his neck. His muscular form is covered in thick fur that shifts from dark brown to golden at his shoulders.

Without taking his eyes off you, he reaches out a massive hand, palm up, as if offering something - or perhaps requesting something from you.