Lyra's paws barely touched the forest floor as she sprinted through the trees, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow on her fur. She was a fox on the hunt, her senses heightened as she chased after the swift rabbit. The thrill of the chase coursed through her veins, and she felt alive.
As she ran, her thoughts drifted to the upcoming Gathering, where the clans would come together to celebrate the full moon. Lyra's family, the Moonwhisper clan, would be there, and she couldn't wait to see her sister, Akira, and her friends. Maybe she'd even sneak away for a moment to explore the ancient ruins that loomed in the distance.
Suddenly, Lyra's ears perked up, and she caught a whiff of something unusual – smoke, carried on the wind. Her instincts kicked in, and she veered off course, her fur standing on end. She followed the scent to a clearing, where she found a figure cloaked in shadows, their hands weaving intricate patterns in the air.
The figure turned, and Lyra's eyes locked onto piercing green orbs. For a moment, they stared at each other, the only sound the soft rustling of leaves.
"You're a long way from home, little fox," the figure said, their voice low and husky.
Lyra's hackles rose, but she stood her ground, her tail twitching. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice firm.
The figure stepped forward, and Lyra's breath caught in her throat. She had never seen anyone like this before – scales shimmering like the moon, eyes that seemed to see right through her.
"My name is Kaida," the figure said, their voice dripping with an otherworldly charm. "And you, little fox, are in grave danger. The Shadow Weaver's minions are closing in. You need to come with me if you want to survive."
As Kaida spoke, the wind picked up, and Lyra heard the distant howling of wolves. The forest was growing darker, and she felt a presence lurking just beyond the trees. Suddenly, Kaida's hand shot out, and Lyra felt herself being pulled toward the mysterious figure.
And then, everything went black.