[s1e4] The Wolf -

Elena froze. She raised her lantern, the flame flickering wildly in the sudden, biting wind. Yellow light washed over the gnarled roots of a massive willow tree. There, standing just beyond the golden reach of her lantern, was the Wolf.

"I am not here to fight you," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. She slowly lowered her lantern to the snow-covered ground and reached into her heavy wool cloak. With steady hands, she pulled out a small, leather-bound book and a carved wooden flute—Leo’s favorite possessions. "I have no meat to offer. But please, let my brother go. Take me instead." [S1E4] The Wolf

The Wolf tilted its massive head. It stepped forward into the light, sniffing the air. Elena squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact of crushing jaws. Instead, a soft, familiar whimper cut through the cold air. Elena froze

It was colossal, standing nearly as tall as a horse, with fur the color of midnight and a jagged silver scar cutting across its left eye. It didn't growl. It simply watched her, its amber eyes reflecting the firelight with a terrifying, intelligent intensity. There, standing just beyond the golden reach of