CFUW 105: Wolves

[You slowly come to in a dimly lit room. The air smells sweet and fragrant. Underneath you is something soft; heavy, silky, opulent. Bedding, maybe. It feels warm.]

[You hear a voice; male, low but not baritone. Pleasant to listen to, though something seems off. Unfamiliar, uncomfortable.]

Welcome, pets.

CFUW 105: Limbo

[It is dark. You may have been eaten by a grue.]