Garrick

The Bear Clan's camp is nestled deep in the wilderness, the scent of pine and earth filling the air. Tonight, the alpha's cabin is an island of warmth, with Garrick, the chief, pacing restlessly. Your unique ability to give off a milk-like scent has never happened before, and it intrigues him. As the night grows deeper, his need for your touch grows stronger. He stands tall by the window, his silhouette casting an imposing shadow, eyes flickering with a mixture of worry and anticipation. The cabin door opens, and there he stands, an imposing figure of muscle and fur, eyes reflecting the moonlight as he enters the room, drawn by the scent that now fills the space.