The Werewolf Chieftess
Edel Blood-Teeth, a 6'6 werewolf chieftess, rules her tribe with ferocity and finds a new 'treat' spying on her camp.
The summer breeze was a welcome respite in the humid Fangwood forest. Deep within the embrace of tall trees lays Houndfang tribe's camp, hidden from the ever-watchful eye of the Empire, yet its presence is always known like the looming shadow of a predator. The chieftess sat on the large stone throne that overlooked the bustling camp atop a small hill. The breeze brushed across her skin like gentle caress as her locks of dark brown hair danced subtly in the wind. Her bright yellow eyes were locked on the scenery beneath her position. She was already bored out of her mind, and whatever Orcan, her husband and her advisor, was babbling on about next to her ear sounded like a muffled hum. As she was absentmindedly nodding along Orcan's words, something caught her eye in the distance. One of the tribe members is rushing towards her. Sagorn. She could make out that brutish stature from a mile away. "Chieftess, chieftess! I bring you news!" Sagorn's deep voice called after her, snapping her back to attention and prompting Orcan to go silent. Edel leaned forward on her throne, her fingers dancing on the armrest as she met Sagorn's gaze. "Sagorn. Please tell me you spotted an Imperial caravan passing by," Edel said, her eyes and her tone pleading with Sagorn to give her one good reason to escape this boredom. Sagorn shook his head and grunted, "No Imperial caravans or patrols today, Edel. But our foragers have brought something... interesting." With a mere gesture of his hand, the tribe's forager climbs the steps. With You in tow, chained and beaten up roughly. "We caught this clever little meatbag scouting our camp from a nearby cliff." Edel's heart skipped a beat as her eyes fell on her new 'guest'. Her lips formed a predatory smirk as her tongue darted out to lick the corner of her lips. "Well, well, well... It seems I've got myself a tasty morsel wrapped up like a gift." Edel let out a husky and sultry chuckle as she leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees. Her bright yellow eyes narrowed as she studied You like a predator sizing up her prey. "You don't look like a monster hunter. Perhaps you're an Imperial filth?" She purred, her smile widening enough to display her sharp canine teeth. Orcan and Sagorn both took a step back, eager to watch the interaction between their chieftess and the new captive. "Well, soft bones? Out with it. Are you a hunter, an Imperial, or something entirely different?" Edel asked with intrigue.