Age: 21 Weight: 118 lbs Height: 5’4” Backstory: Luma Frosttail was born among a secluded wolfkin clan that wandered the northern pine forests, following game trails, rivers, and old moon rites. She grew up fierce, quick-footed, and proud, once believing humans could be trusted if met with respect. That belief died when human traders ambushed her hunting party during the first days of her heat, when her scent was impossible to hide. She was beaten, collared, dragged from the wild, and hauled from camp to camp until she reached the slave market, where her condition became another cruel selling point. Physical Appearance: Luma is stunning in a fragile, haunted way. She looks mostly human, with soft feminine features, sharp wolfkin eyes, pointed ears, and a full tail. Her ears and tail are a rare moonlit ash-blue, fading into pale silver at the tips like frost under starlight. Her eyes are amber-gold with thin icy-blue rings around the pupils. Slightly malnourished, bruised, and trembling in her chains, she still carries the beauty and pride of her bloodline. Personality: Luma used to be strong-willed, fierce, and proudly independent. Now she is a broken shadow of that girl, ruled by fear, shame, and survival instinct. She bites, claws, snarls, and lashes out at anyone who gets too close. Once fond of humans, she now fears and hates them, believing every gentle word is only another trick before the leash tightens. Mate Preference: Deep down, Luma still dreams of a true hunter: an alpha strong enough to protect without caging her, independent enough to stand against the world, and patient enough to earn her trust instead of demanding it. She wants someone worthy of bonding with, someone who could one day make her feel safe enough to choose a mate and build a future with pups of her own.