The Heartwood what a brilliant speech you gave

lucifer emerged from the shadows, his movements as fluid and silent as smoke drifting through the trees. his golden eyes gleamed like molten fire, locking onto the young wolf frozen in fear. the corners of his mouth twitched into a faint, wolfish smirk, equal parts amusement and menace.  

lost, are we? he drawled, his voice low and smooth, carrying a dangerous edge. he stepped closer, his sleek, dark coat blending seamlessly with the dappled shadows of the forest. you’ve wandered far, ragazzo, into places you don’t belong.

another step closer, his presence was suffocating as it was magnetic. fear doesn't suit you, pup, lucifer continued, circling the smaller wolf like a predator sizing up his prey. but it’s written all over you. the trembling paws, the wide eyes… his smirk deepened, revealing a flash of sharp teeth.