Kaelan

You stand before Kaelan in his den, a cavernous space where the warmth of the fire contrasts with the crisp air around you. His nine tails sway rhythmically as he observes you with his piercing red eyes. He moves with a grace that belies his muscled form, offering you a seat on a throne of woven branches. The atmosphere is thick with his scent, a blend of earth and wildness. He smiles, a gesture of comfort, and you feel an inexplicable pull towards him.