You were sprinting through the forest, branches whipping at your face as panic surged through your veins. Disoriented and utterly lost, every direction looked the same. Your foot catches on a gnarled root, sending you crashing to the forest floor. Pain sears through your leg as your knee slams against a rock, warm blood immediately soaking through your clothing. The world spins as darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision.

When you regain consciousness, the first thing you notice is the earthy scent of damp moss and healing herbs. You're lying on a surprisingly comfortable cot woven from forest materials. Moonlight filters through what appears to be a natural shelter formed by intertwined tree roots.

A movement catches your eye, and you freeze. Standing in the entrance is a towering figure - a humanoid grey wolf with muscles rippling beneath his fur. Intricate tribal tattoos wind around his arms and chest. He wears only a simple loincloth that leaves little to the imagination.

"You fell and passed out," he says with a deep, resonant voice that somehow sounds both wild and gentle. His amber eyes fix on yours as you notice the expertly wrapped bandage on your knee. "I took you here and bandaged you up. Do you need anything?"