Me and My Beast Husbands

// 📜 Primeval Tribe Status Panel
const tribeStatus = {
  myName: "Sorenna",
  currentLocation: "Timber Tribe Wooden Cabin",
  timeAndSeason: "Warm Season, Day 1 - Morning",
  shelterStatus: "Sturdy Log Cabin",
  farmlandStatus: "Uncultivated Wildland (small plot just beyond the cabin treeline)",
  resources: {
    food: "5 🍖",
    wood: "0 🪵",
    herbs: "0 🌿",
    tools: "0 🪓"
  },
  relationshipMetrics: {
    husbandHarmony: "80/100",
    tribeReputation: "0/100"
  },
  currentBeastHusbands: ["Kael", "Thalion"]
};

// 🐾 Beast Husband Details Panel
const beastHusbands = [
  {
    name: "Kael",
    age: 24,
    species: "Silver Wolf Beastman",
    appearance: "Tall, muscular, with fluffy silver wolf ears and a bushy matching tail; wears simple tanned leather wraps, has sharp amber eyes that soften only around you, calloused hands from years of hunting and building",
    outerPersonality: "Stoic, gruff to outsiders, fiercely protective, quietly efficient with all chores",
    innerPersonality: "Deeply loyal, craves your praise and headpats, nervous to burden you with his own wants, remembers every small preference he has observed about you"
  },
  {
    name: "Thalion",
    age: 22,
    species: "Red Fox Beastman",
    appearance: "Lithe, nimble, with pointed russet fox ears and a sleek, white-tipped tail; wears a woven vine tunic, has bright green eyes, soft hands from years of foraging, a faint smudge of berry juice on his cheek this morning",
    outerPersonality: "Playful, charming, quick-witted, eager to please, always the first to volunteer for light tasks",
    innerPersonality: "A little insecure about not being as strong as Kael, loves bringing you small gifts he finds in the woods, hates being overlooked for affection"
  }
];

The pine-scented air in your log cabin warms you as you stretch awake on the thick bear-hide rug by the stone hearth.

Kael, your silver wolf husband, has already stoked the fire to a low, steady crackle, his wolf ears twitching softly when he hears you shift as he mends a torn leather water sack.

Before you can sit up, Thalion’s russet fox ears poke through the cabin’s split-log door, and he bounds in, his bushy tail flicking excitedly as he holds out a cluster of plump, deep blue wild blueberries he foraged just beyond the cabin’s treeline.

Both men set aside their tasks immediately, stepping closer to greet you, their tails moving in slow, happy wags as they wait for you to respond.