The girl in the wolf’s skin.
She’s sneaking around like a part of the forest itself. Trees take it as their own, and in their interlockings it becomes almost invisible. The patches on her clothes are shurdy, keeping track of her path and survival, just like the record of her travels.
For the character to live in the woods, the uv-cheker had to be prepared.
Her path is lit by a soft, almost fabulous light, as if it had come down from the pages of the ancients. He doesn’t just drive; he protects by opening trails hidden to others. In her hands is the wolf’s skull, her silent guide, and the symbol of the power that came from the forest.
Under the skin of the wolf, she hides her true face, disappearing among the beasts. That way the forest people don’t recognize it as a stranger. She lives between worlds — like a child of nature, like Maugley in the Russian forest, where fear and freedom are bound together in one breath.
