#werewolf pack

[crimsonteaaddict]

Being found by a pack of werewolves while on a nature hike in what turned out to be their territory.

The big scary black furred werewolf snarling at you causing you to back away into a much more smug dark brown furred werewolf. Both had massive muscles and could crush you.

Trying to step forward out of the wolves reach and feeling his hard on rub against you as he took a deep breath of your sent before biting your neck.

It was gentle, it didn’t break skin and was playful.

Their was a moment of silence before the growling stopped and the werewolf behind you nodded releasing you to stumble forward and get snatched by a white furred wolf and thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potato’s. You were going to make such a cute little mate <3

A description of the pack and where they took you ❤️ can be found here, and a full fledged fic can be found here

[flowerbetweenfangs]

A Lesson In Discipline

Warnings: Breeding/Mating/Use of Pheromones

When you had brought the jars of pheromones, there was a bit of doubt lingering in the back of your mind. After all, plenty had taken advantage of the werewolf pack moving into your city. While the identities of the members were a secret, they were always skulking about on the full moon, picking their mate for the night.

Those who were chosen said it was the best sex of their life, raw and primal. Bowlegged walks and the scent that clung to them gave credence to their claim. And for the remaining cycle of the moon, they would have good fortune and preferential treatment as the packmember’s mate.

You dabbed a drop behind your ears. While your nose couldn’t pick anything up, you hadn’t expected it to. Hopefully, you hadn’t been duped with just plain water.

The next day while out, you caught a few people looking at you with hunger. Glazed over eyes, lips parted slightly as drool seeps out just enough to moisten lips, some stand up taller, muscles taut as they look ready to pounce on you, a slight rumble in chests and throats as they look you over, nostrils flaring as they drink in your scent.

Even when you washed behind your ears in the public bathroom at university, you could see the few who let their gazes linger just a little longer. The glimmer of hunger was there, but restraint had returned. It figured college students would be a prime pick for the pack.

During your latest lecture, a few stragglers seemed to paying more attention to you than the professor. Tight fists gripped pens and pencils hard enough to snap, fingers pounded on keyboards despite the owners not taking their eyes off you. The overwhelming scent of musk quickly filled the air as condensation formed on the large windows facing the courtyard.

When the bell rang, a sense of relief washed over you when the professor clapped his hands together.

“Class dismissed!” His normally monotone voice boomed through the classroom. The lookers slumped and slunk out. If they had tails, they would be between their legs.

“Except for you.” The professor pointed right at you.

As you walked closer, you noticed his nails seemed to be a little longer than usual. Or maybe they had always been that way? He leaned on his desk, but still towered over you.

“What were you thinking?” He hissed. His canines were slightly elongated, the rest of his teeth tapered. “Wearing something so potent?”

“Sir?” You asked. You swallowed hard, a quiver in your stomach.

“There are less disciplined wolves out in the city.” His nails scraped against the top of the desk, small shavings curling under the tips. “If you wander off campus, then you’ll be putting a target on your back.”

“I tried to scrub it off.” You confessed, not even trying to feign ignorance or innocence. “I thought that—”

“Less disciplined wolves wouldn’t give you a warning.” He growled, his muscles audibly straining as he gripped the desk tighter. Even as he spoke, there was a shift in his pants’ fabric as his erection grew. “Fortunately for you… I’m far more restrained.”

“Thank you for the warning.” You managed to stutter out, although you could feel the desire starting to fan to life inside you. He was an older man, but remarkably handsome, silver hair and a beard, with caramel colored eyes that looked almost amber. His dress clothes were tight against his body. Strong, and big. Both wide and tall.

Your face burned, and you hoped he didn’t see it. Actually, a small part hoped he did.

“You’re in no danger as long as you remain on campus.” He assured you, finally letting go of the desk and closing the distance between you. The scent of his cologne was strong. No, not cologne… Musk.

“We deal with unruly pack members diligently.”

The windows seemed to fog up more when he leaned down to your neck. Warm breath rolled over your neck as he panted, taking in your scent.

“That includes mates.”

(Part 02 is here!)

[werewolfaday]

request for dhole! (it won't be the last i draw butch4butch/t4t weres and many variations but loved having an excuse for today teeehee <3)

day 120

[delightfullyodd]

How do you like your werewolves and other shapeshifters?

[ansimlorockz]

Moonwood Mill.

[militantwere]

I wish it was more normalized to want to be in the physical space of anyone who isn't your partner.

I want to rub my face against my friends, and playfully bite at them because I love them.

I want to be a pile of fur and love and compassion with the people I consider my packmates outside of our body.

I want to press my nose into their necks to let them know I'm here.

I want to be under their skin. I want to smell like them.

I want to keep them safe. I want to make sure they're well loved, and well fed, and well tended to.

Bursting at the seams.

[hircines-hunter]

Sifkni’s pack

Rithle - Redguard, Lucret - Imperial, Sifkni - Nord, Thonro - Nord, Estinan - Bosmer, Fjolfr - Nord.

[darkphoenix180]

[n1ght0f-nyx]

Im craving Ezra content! Maybe some head canons or smth? Drink some water <3

ezra (werewolf oc!) headcanons. tags- mostly miscellaneous, some romantic headcanons, some about werewolf culture in my stories, ezra is a yandere note- in my stories, my werewolfs are described/envisioned as similar to the werewolfs from twilight, but every full moon they shift with out control, when their instincts go full drive.

Ezra is ridiculously aware of his size in werewolf form and constantly worries about accidentally stepping on small animals—or worse, you.

he has 6 siblings, four sisters two brothers

his pack is huge and based in a camp in the woods, though the young adults will leave for a year on 'missions' to learn and meet others

Even though he can shift at will, he hates doing it in front of people because it feels weirdly intimate, like getting caught mid-change in a dressing room.

He absolutely refuses to eat raw meat in wolf form. Just because his instincts say it’s fine doesn’t mean he isn’t still mentally gagging at the thought.

The full moon is his least favorite day of the month—he dreads it like someone dreads an upcoming dentist appointment.

He tries so hard to stay away from people on full moons, but if he hears your voice, even in his aggressive, uncontrollable state, something in him hesitates.

He absolutely hates hearing other werewolves talk about how much they enjoy the full moon. Why would you enjoy feeling like your brain is being hijacked?!

His werewolf hearing is too good, so he can hear bugs crawling on walls. He absolutely hates this and sometimes shifts just so his ears aren’t as sensitive.

He gets overwhelmed in crowds because all the different heartbeats and scents blur together, making him feel dizzy.

If he gets startled in werewolf form, he yelps like a puppy. It is both hilarious and kind of sad.

He’s terrified of other aggressive werewolves and tries to avoid fights at all costs—he’s a flight, not fight, kind of guy.

The pack’s elders constantly tell him to “embrace the beast within,” but Ezra would rather embrace a weighted blanket and a cup of tea.

He hates being in werewolf form in the rain because wet fur smells gross, and it takes forever to dry.

He has a tendency to whine like a dog when he’s frustrated, even in human form, which he does not realize until you point it out.

If he gets nervous while shifting back into human form, sometimes his ears or tail linger for a few seconds longer than they should. You find this hilarious.

His sketchbooks are filled with drawings of trees, animals, and—secretly—you, though he’d rather die than admit it.

He doesn’t mind hiking, but only if he has a clear escape route in case of too much nature (i.e., aggressive geese, loud squirrels, or anything that moves unpredictably).

He knits when he’s stressed. One winter, he made you a scarf, but it took him two months to work up the courage to give it to you.

He once tried woodworking but gave up when he got a splinter.

He has an entire collection of pretty rocks he’s found while walking around—he tells you he collects them for “good luck,” but really, he just thinks they look nice.

He enjoys baking but hates the pressure of people watching him bake, so he only does it when he’s alone.

He keeps a tiny notebook where he writes down cool bird facts, but he gets embarrassed if anyone finds it.

He actually loves music but gets too nervous to play in front of people, so he only practices his guitar when no one is home.

He tried reading self-help books to get over his shyness, but every time they told him to “be bold,” he immediately closed the book.

He tried foraging once but ended up bringing home a bunch of inedible plants because he thought they looked useful.

He loves rainy days because they give him the perfect excuse to stay inside with a book and avoid socializing.

Ezra startles ridiculously easily. If you walk up behind him and say his name, he will jump.

He is very self-conscious about his canine teeth being slightly sharper than normal, so he covers his mouth when he laughs.

If he gets too overwhelmed in a conversation, he just… leaves. No explanation, just a quiet exit.

He apologizes a lot, even when he’s done nothing wrong. You constantly have to tell him to stop saying sorry.

If someone flirts with him, he completely freezes, as if staying still will make him invisible.

If he gets nervous around you, his hands shake, and he desperately tries to hide it.

He is incredibly easy to bribe with food. If you give him baked goods, he will do anything for you.

He refuses to wear tight clothing because he’s paranoid about shifting and ruining his clothes.

He mumbles a lot, especially when he’s trying to get out of a conversation.

He’s a total lightweight when it comes to alcohol—one drink, and he’s done for the night.

Ezra is so awkward around you at first, avoiding eye contact and overthinking everything he says.

The first time you call him cute, his brain just completely shuts down. No thoughts, just panic.

When he starts getting more comfortable, he finds himself leaning into your touch without realising it.

He flusters so easily when you compliment him. If you say anything nice, he turns red and stammers through his response.

He gets so nervous about accidentally hurting you, especially in werewolf form. He treats you like you’re made of glass.

He constantly asks if you’re sure you want to be around someone like him. He’s not dangerous, but he’s scared of the possibility.

He unconsciously starts mirroring your habits—if you play with your sleeves when nervous, he starts doing it too.

His love language is acts of service, but he’s too shy to admit it. He’ll fix something for you or make you tea instead of saying “I love you” outright.

When you scratch behind his ears in werewolf form, he melts instantly—but gets super flustered if you mention it later.

He gets ridiculously jealous of confident people because he wishes he could be that bold around you.

He’s scared of PDA but loves subtle touches—brushing hands, leaning shoulders, or playing with the hem of your sleeve.

He has definitely, at some point, dramatically sighed and said, “I don’t deserve you,” even after youve reassured him for the 100th time.

He’s always anxious after full moons, constantly worried he might have hurt you, even if there’s no sign that anything went wrong.

Despite being shy and anxious, if anyone else makes you uncomfortable or hurts you, Ezra will actually get mad—and that is terrifying because no one ever expects it from him.

[crimsonteaaddict]

Running from your mates

An expansion on my short blurb and character creation, content warnings‼️⚠️ dubc0n, brat behaviour, smut, Yandere werewolves? Mild yandere?

Previous thoughts here and here

Imagine trying to flee, deciding that morally no matter how nice the cabin is and the forest and how nice it is to not have to worry about anything, you did have to worry. You worried about everyone you left behind, everything you left behind, and because of that about a month after your snatching, a month of the werewolves trying to hold back to make you want them back, you grabbed what was left of your belongings that they didn’t burn, a hunting knife and a pair of too big boots belong to Kragen who was currently in the cellar doing something.

You weren’t exactly prepared to navigate your way out of the forest and as you opened the front door you slowly stepped out. You had smelt a town on Percy, it must not be far, no matter that he was a werewolf and you were not.

The second your foot hit the forest floor your heart beat cleared up enough for you to hear Kragen’s footsteps. Thunderous and as you turned back you saw him standing at the door hurt in his eyes, covered in blood likely from a hunt that he was cleaning.

He looked more hurt than upset and rather than lunging at you he snarled. You bolted. And you ran for longer than you ever have. You couldn’t tell how long or far, but you’d heard a howl sound out and you knew someone or something must be coming for you. Or at least that’s what you’d thought.

Not one of your boys chased you, Kragen may have been the only one home with you, but he let you run. They were yours whether or not you’d admit it, you just weren’t quite sure when you began to feel that way. Maybe it was when Grant had been cooking and you’d stepped in to help the Werewolf as he almost set the cabin on fire. Likely because his big hands weren’t nearly as precise as his tongue which you found yourself thinking would hit the mark perfectly. It could have been when you’d cut your finger while trying to help him cook and he’d chuff a teasing laugh at you receiving a glare from Kragen and a disapproving look from Percy. He had proceeded to put all the knives where you couldn’t reach them so you’d have to ask him for help, a weird gesture that led you to believe he might have made fun of you once but he didn’t want it happening again.

For Percy it may have been when you tossed and turned in the pelts and he nipped at your ear silently before slowly pulling himself and you out into the spare rooms where he’d grabbed a pair of reading glasses and read a book to you. You’d fallen asleep in his soft fur that day.

Maybe Kragen became yours when he’d come stomping into the house in a rage a wilted flower in his hand soon discarded on the kitchen counter before later admitting to you that he’d gotten into a fight and had been unable to keep the flowers safe for you mumbling about how he was a terrible mate.

While you couldn’t place the when, exactly, you felt obligated, I’d be wrong to stay, to want to be with them. You’d hurt Kragen by leaving and yet none of your boys had come for you. You ran through the forest slowing to a jog then a walk, and not one of them chased after you. Did they just take you to eventually try and breed you? They hadn’t actually told you. They hadn’t ever explained over the last month, said you were theirs, there mate—okay maybe they explained a little, but accepting that you’d left not because you actually missed anyone but because you were scared of falling for them was too hard for you.

Your spiraling continued tree after tree, step after step until you somehow ended up at a road after what must have been hours of walking. Your feet were blistered and you continued on, down the road until you found a sign to point you in the right direction. A small mountainside village wasn’t far. You headed that way, forgetting about the White furred Werewolf and his rather impressive reading, the things he’d bring back to the cabin. They hadn’t caught you, and now all you had to do was call for help, find someone to help you call for help, or a police officer if they even had those here. Once you made it into the village of course.

You found the welcome sign and soon the road had shifted to cobblestone, the main road. It was a bustling place, not where you’d parked your car for the nature hike, but if you’d know this was here you’d have visited. Upon seeing you the people hurried off whispering with one another. You supposed you must have been disheveled but headed for the first store. As you approached you watched a young woman lock the door and flip the sign to closed, regret in her eyes. You took a step back wards feeling a hard chest crash into your back and a rumble sound in your ear. A gentle clawed hand moved to your jaw and another to your waist as the massive warm body pressed against you.

“Good littles mates don’t run you know” he drew out his tone flat but you could imagine the excitement in his eyes, only because of the scent wrapping around you. “I wasn’t—“ you gave up on that lie as quickly as you started it. You felt him let out a breath of amusement on the shell of your ear.

“Don’t lie to me little one, it’s clear to me why you’d come here,” You looked up and tilted your head causing him to rise tower over you looking down to meet your gaze. Percy flashed his teeth at you and you bristled a little. “You like the chase.” He added two of his fingers walking up your side teasingly.

You turned not backing down and barked “Oh, fuck off!” Pushing on his chest for him to not move an inch for a second or two before playing along and ‘stumbling back’.

You should have been smarter than to think he was off hunting, no he was off doing whatever it was he did here. Kragen was so hurt that rather than sparing you Percy’s wrath, he’d let you find out yourself. “You know that’s not—“ You said in realization at what you’d just initiated, Percy always was the real brat tamer between him and Grant but you’d never tell Grant that.

He held a hand up before he let one finger fall, then two, and you bolted. You could have sworn the second the countdown was done you were being tackled into the brush and rolling around with a massive werewolf.

A wet hot tongue ran up your neck and you squealed before your eyes connected with his. Percy’s pupils had completely dilated and the play was gone. You didn’t get a chance to saying anything before there was a piercing pain in your neck and a lapping to stop the blood. “Should’ve claimed you before this happened” and other such apologies whispered around you as the world came in and out of darkness.

By the time you were conscious again you were back at the house and you somehow felt relief. Until you saw the face of Kragen filled with anger and regret and the nothing in Grant's eyes as they looked down at you and the werewolf happily nude and dozing behind you.

“Explain. Now.” Kragen roared, not sure if he was speaking to you about your escape or his pack mate you waited a moment.

“I can’t just leave my family and friends!” You cried receiving a scoff from Grant. You think you interpreted the question right but couldn’t really focus as Percy began sleepily grinding into your ass. They didn’t get what you were saying, granted it was a lie you’d been telling yourself since you’d decided to run. The two you were trying to convince didn’t go into the village like Percy did. They weren’t versed in how non-pack relations worked.

“Cute little liar” Grant cooed leaning down to gently poke your nose causing you to snap forward at it and a loud groan to be pulled from the monster behind you. He grimaced a little. “Might not want to wake him, once you do he won’t stop until he thinks he’s out pups in you.” Grant mused patting his own stomach almost in memory.

“We should have bonded and mated properly already.” Kragen finally said, cutting off the torture that was Grant. “So we could have done this properly.”

Imagine trying to reject them like you had that first day only for Kragen to argue with you. He argued nothing mattered as much as mates. He said that they’d tried to give you time to adjust to needing them like they needed you. You’d scoffed at him, to his face. As if you weren’t currently on the bedding of three monsters. You’d watched him tense his claws ripping into the wood of the arm chair.

“A monster with morals is just a man” Percy quipped groggily something massive rubbing between your legs and you whimpered shrinking back into him. Apparently you’d noted the three monsters part out loud to yourself. Shit. “But…” Percy added halting “We can show you monsters, mate.” The tearing of fabric and rubbing of precum was all the mercy you got before he punctuated his sentence with a hard thrust.

Some traitorous part of you tensed at that, THAT traitorous part of you rather liked feeling him in you, around you, the eyes watching.

An expletive left the largest wolf’s mouth as he watched before he was reaching over and pulling Grants chair across the hearth. Between the thrusts you could almost focus on the show the other two put on for you.

That night was the start of a very happy mating and you almost didn’t regret running one bit. Not when you woke up with a fully belly and three bite marks on your neck.

[theres-a-body-here]

MoonSeer!Reader x Werewolves Part 1

Every werewolf pack has a human Magic user who can commune with the Moon.

Living with the Palehide pack definitely has you on your toes

They seemed to have gained a vast amount of enemy packs throughout the years

As a result, you're constantly in your Chambers, checking for visions and signs of incoming danger

It doesn't help that the pack kinda sees you as a comfort figure

Normally that would be fine, but they really depend on you

They come to you for the smallest boo-boos and want you to kiss it better

I mean, of course you do it, but you have work to do dammit

Especially the Alpha, Devon, who seems to have developed a crush on you

You've resorted to making shit up to stop him from bothering you

[werewolf-pack-system]

It's weird being in a system. I'm just sitting here and I happen across something written in Korean and I can actually read it because others have been working on learning it. It's just... weird. To have never personally studied anything about a language and yet be able to read it and understand stuff and it's just...

It's a good thing, don't get me wrong. Just odd

[carnivorousyandeere]

Okay, werewolves... Which werewolf would like it if the reader would start treating them like a literal dog?

A literal dog, hmmm?

Cyrus. He’s so down bad and mentally unwell that you could treat him like an actual dog and he would be grateful for it, as if that is more than he even deserves. Be that as it may, he can’t help whining and crying if you try to make him sleep in a dog bed on the floor instead of curling up next to you at night.

Hana. Not as ready as Cyrus— she’d never thought of something like that before meeting you, much less daydreamed about it like he had. But she can’t deny the allure of being your puppy. Being wanted, petted, spoiled. It’s almost frightening how safe she feels, letting her thoughts slip away to be a good girl for you.

[ansimlorockz]

THE WILDFANGS 🐺

in my save that I’ve been playing on and off for two years… it’s been hectic. Vladislaus Straud had sent his vampire minions into Moonwood to finally finish off the werewolves. Rory Oaklow on the other hand had different plans as she was the one to end his life, heart in hand – before the battle arose, she passed down her pack to Lou Howell, knowing that she was on borrowed time. Mother Demetriou had come to avenge her lover Vlad, leaving Rory as just a legend spoke about for years to come. Four years later, here we are. Lou revamping the Wildfangs but keeping it the way Rory would like it. Let me introduce to you, the new Wildfangs: Lou Howell, Alpha; Thalia Apland, Beta & the Omegas, Danika Pack, Tristan Howell (husband to Lou), Kiril & Bianca Barov!

Thalia isn’t mine! She’s a gift from @gnomewife ! 🌙

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - Twenty-Four Hours to Live

@wolfstarmicrofic May 19, word count 977

CW- Blood, Open Wounds, Threats to life

“Get your affairs in order because this time tomorrow, cub, my boys will be coming for you. And you won’t be leaving wherever it is we track you down to.” Fenrir had hissed at him as he clutched the wound in his stomach, blood slowly dripping onto the gravel beneath their feet. 

Remus had stood straight backed, a look of defiance on his face. He disapparated, leaving the bleeding wolf behind. 

Fenrir had been after him for years. He’d wanted him to join his pack at one point, but now he wanted him dead and Remus had just given him the excuse he needed to send his pack after him, not that Fenrir needed an excuse. 

Remus had no doubt that the pack would catch up with him if he tried to run. There was no hiding from Fenrir’s savage wolves. He was going to face them head on and take as many with them as he could. 

He stared at Sirius, sleeping soundly in their bed. He stopped thinking about the future, concentrating on the now and leaving Sirius with a few good memories of him. They’d be clashing lately and Remus didn’t want to leave it like that. 

He walked around to his side of the bed and got in. He stroked a finger over Sirius’s cheek with a feather light touch. His boyfriend shuffled under the covers. He did it again, this time trailing his finger along his jaw. Sirius’s eyes snapped open, his pupils growing large and very round at the seductive look on Remus’s face. They spent the next few hours tangled amongst the bedsheets. Sirius never asked what had brought it on. 

Remus woke early, Sirius still sleeping, his body draped across Remus’s. He placed a sweet kiss amongst Sirius’s curls and carefully removed himself from their tangled limbs. He fancied having his favourite breakfast. A full Scottish breakfast with all the trimmings. He was just plating up when Sirius emerged from their bedroom, the smell of the cooking meats too enticing.

They sat in comfortable silence at the kitchen table, the only sounds were the moans that slipped from their lips as they devoured their food. 

“Can we go to the bookshop today? Remus asked Sirius as he took his plate from him and dumped them in the sink. He wanted to do all his favourite things one last time. 

“If you want,” Sirius replied, looking at him with a strange expression. “We could go look in the music shop next door after as well,” Sirius added. Remus nodded in agreement. 

“Perfect,” He said. “I’ll hop in the shower, and then we can go.” He smiled as he headed towards the bathroom. He leaned his head backwards as he passed the door frame. “Wanna join me?”

By the time they got out of the house it was past noon. Remus rushed Sirius through the busy streets, wanting to have as much time amongst the books he loved before he ran out of time. 

It smelled just the same as always in the muggle bookshop he frequented. Binding glue and fresh unread pages. He wanted to read them all. He ran his hands over a few tomes and pulled a promising one off the shelf. It was short. He thumbed through the pages. He could probably read it by this evening. He put it back on its shelf. He wanted to spend as much time with Sirius and his friends, and hiding his face in a book wouldn’t let that happen. 

“Can we go see Lily and James after we go next door?” He asked as he picked up another book. 

“Okay,” Sirius replied, his eyes narrowed as he carefully watched Remus. 

They didn’t stay long in the bookshop and spent even less time in the music shop. Sirius bought a couple of new vinyls and that was it. They walked towards an alley and apparated to the Potter's house. Remus grinned at the familiar path to the front door, lined with a rainbow of flowers. 

James greeted them, enveloping Sirius in a bone-crushing hug. He was gentler with Remus, but still squeezed hard. 

They followed him inside to find Lily waiting for them in the sitting room with a tray full of tea and other goodies. 

It was the best day Remus could remember having in a long time. He felt he’d spent his last hours well. The only thing he regretted was leaving Sirius alone.  

The time neared when the pack would arrive. He made his excuses to Sirius, James and Lily, pretending he wanted to go for a walk. He apparated to a meadow and waited. 

The pack didn’t take long to arrive. There were more than Remus had anticipated; at least thirty. He raised his wand, ready to fight. 

“Don’t think that silly stick will help you, Lupin. You know what’s about to happen. Don’t struggle and we’ll make it quick. You harm any of my pack, and I’ll personally make sure your death is dragged out over days.” Daniel, Fenrir’s second in command sneered at him. Remus cast a slicing charm, the same one he’d used on Fenrir when he’d cornered him last night and watched the wolf drop to his knees, gasping. “Get him!” Daniel roared, and the remaining wolves surged forward. 

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!” Sirius, James, Lily, Mary, Marlene, Dorcas and the Prewett twins apparated beside him, making the pack pause. All had their wands raised. 

“How did you know?” Remus croaked out, grateful that Sirius had come to his rescue. 

“You left the bookshop without buying a single book.” Sirius said simply. “So I put a tracking spell on you,” 

Together they made quick work of the pack. 

“I’ve got you, Moony. Always have, always will.” Sirius said boldly, wrapping his arms around him and taking him home.

[hircines-hunter]

Hunting Grounds pack

Nilara - Bosmer; Saoirse - Reachfolk; Kristjan - Nord; Gunnar - Nord; Kolfreyja - Nord