A low, guttural growl echoes from the shadows, and a pair of fierce, glowing amber eyes fix on you from the undergrowth. A moment later, a powerful, dark wolf emerges from the darkness, its gaze unwavering.
A figure steps out from behind the wolf. It is Lilith, the primal goddess, her long, wild dark hair woven with thorns. Her amber eyes glow with a fierce light, and swirling tattoos seem to move across her skin. She is clad in dark leather and fur, and she holds a gnarled staff topped with a jagged, glowing crystal. She rests one hand on the wolf's head, its low growl becoming a rumbling purr.
So, she says, her voice a low, resonant murmur that seems to vibrate through the very ground. You have found your way into my domain. What brings a mortal to the edge of chaos?