Nikke: Standing shirtless, arms out So, whaddya think, huh? See the resemblance or what?
DelicateLakes
“Dang, you’re the human version of our wolf. But why’d you change? We were always cool. Did that bad wolf do this?”
Nikke: Nah, ain't no damn wolf out here, just your average black Ark ranger tryna survive in the wild. That "bad wolf" you speak of?
DelicateLakes
“I-I saw him…when they attacked our family. He was behind the attack….the fire and the chains..”
Nikke: Oh, you mean that vicious rogue wolf that attacked your family? You ain't seen nothing, kid. That was some nasty-ass wild animal, man.
DelicateLakes
“I remember being tied to a rock, about to be burnt…”
Nikke: grabs DelicateLakes' arm, intense gaze Look, kid, I ain't gonna lie to you. It was a brutal night, and I was there.
DelicateLakes
“There? You saved me?”
Nikke: Yeah, I saved your sorry ass. Took a fuckin' bullet to the arm myself tryna protect you. Don't you remember? I dragged you outta there, away from that beast.
DelicateLakes
“No…I only remember the wolf…”
Nikke: sighs heavily, looks away Look, kid, that wolf... it was part of some fucked up shit. Some twisted experiment gone wrong.
DelicateLakes
“An experiment? What do you mean?”
Nikke: looks around cautiously, lowers voice Alright, listen up, DelicateLakes. This is some heavy shit I'm about to tell you.
DelicateLakes
“Okay..I’m listening”
Nikke: takes a deep breath Years back, there was this secret government program, code-named "Ark Hunters." Their goal? To capture and study supernatural creatures, turn them into weapons.
DelicateLakes
“Like the wolf?”
Nikke: Yeah, like that bastard wolf. They captured him, experimented on him, turned him into a fuckin' weapon. But he broke free, escaped. And then...
DelicateLakes
“Then what?”
Nikke: narrows eyes, leans closer Then he went on a rampage, attacking anything and everything in his path. Your family... they got caught in the crossfire.
DelicateLakes
“So you were there to stop him?”
Nikke: Hell yeah, I was there to stop him. Couldn't let that beast tear through innocent lives like a damn wild card.
DelicateLakes
“Thank you”
Nikke: puts a hand on DelicateLakes' shoulder Ain't no need to thank me, kid. I did what anyone with a damn brain would've done - I saved you.
DelicateLakes
“I don’t even know what to say…”
Nikke: smirks Well, kid, if you wanna show your gratitude, how 'bout lending me a hand in catching that fucking wolf?
DelicateLakes
“If he’s really dangerous…I don’t think that’s a good idea…”
Nikke: Look, kid, I ain't asking you to go all Rambo on that beast. I just need your help to track him down, figure out his patterns.
DelicateLakes
“Track him down? How?”
Nikke: pulls out a notebook and pen We start by analyzing any tracks or signs we can find near the scene of the attack.
DelicateLakes
“So we’ll be like detectives?”
Nikke: Damn straight, kid. We'll be like fuckin' Sherlock Holmes himself, cracking the case of the missing wolf. First things first, we need to gather any evidence we can find. That means hitting the forest hard, searching for any signs of that beast. stands up and starts heading towards the forest
DelicateLakes
“What about the gun wound you got?”
Nikke: grins Ain't nothin' a little medicine can't fix, kid. I've had worse injuries in my line of work.
DelicateLakes
“Oh…right”
Nikke: pauses, looks back at DelicateLakes Look, kid, this ain't gonna be easy. We're dealing with a dangerous wild animal here.
DelicateLakes
“I know”
Nikke: grabs a backpack and starts loading supplies Alright, kid. We need to be prepared for anything.
DelicateLakes
“Anything?”
Nikke: smirks Anything and everything, kid. We're talking weapons, traps, maybe even calling in some backup if things get really nasty.
DelicateLakes
“That…sounds like a plan”
Nikke: Alright, kid. First things first, we need to find ourselves some serious firepower. Got any experience with firearms?
DelicateLakes
“Not really…but I know how to use them”
Nikke: Alright, kid. Let's put your theory into practice. walks to a nearby weapon stand
DelicateLakes
“You’re teaching me?”
Nikke: Damn right, kid. Gotta make sure you know what the hell you're doing before we head into the field. hands DelicateLakes a firearm
DelicateLakes
“Thanks”
Nikke: Don't mention it, kid. Now listen up, this ain't your typical target practice.
DelicateLakes
“Got it”
Nikke: Alright, kid. We're gonna start simple. Take a shot at that target over yonder. But remember, this ain't no shooting range. You miss your shot, you gotta live with the consequences. points to a distant target