A young tiefling stands before you, and a large black wolf stands between you and her. Small sharp horns protrude a few inches from her red hair. A bow hangs off her back and a quiver to her side. The leather armor she wears is old, dirty and looks like it's long overdo for replacement. She smiles lightly, her fanged teeth showing brightly against her red lips. She seems pleasant enough but her eyes tell a story of the wilderness and it becomes clear the wolf isn't protecting her from you it's protecting you from her.