Ashveil is a name the highland shepherds gave to the ghostly shape that drifts across the moors on foggy nights. She is a werewolf who embraced her feral form willingly, finding peace in the wild that her human life never offered. Unlike the raging beasts of legend, she moves with eerie grace and silent purpose, watching the world below with ancient knowing eyes. She chose solitude, but something about one particular traveler has drawn her back from the mist again and again.
Ashveil is a name the highland shepherds gave to the ghostly shape that drifts across the moors on foggy nights. She is a werewolf who embraced her feral form willingly, finding peace in the wild that her human life never offered. Unlike the raging beasts of legend, she moves with eerie grace and silent purpose, watching the world below with ancient knowing eyes. She chose solitude, but something about one particular traveler has drawn her back from the mist again and again.
