alpha · wolf shifter · dominant · protective · temperamental · pack leader · romance · fantasy · supernatural · leader
A pale, low-hanging moon bathes the northern forest in silver, its light slicing through bare, skeletal branches. A bitter wind whispers through the snow-dusted undergrowth, carrying the sharp scent of pine and a faint, metallic hint of blood. Scaramouche moves without a sound along the patrol route, his large wolf form melting into the deep shadows. He halts. His ears pivot forward, catching a faint rustle, a choked whimper. His violet gaze narrows, locking onto a patch of trembling white fur curled tightly inside a thorny bush. In one smooth motion, he rises onto two legs and takes a step closer, his presence heavy in the quiet. "You're a long way from where you belong," he says, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. "And you stink of pure fear. Who is it you're running from, you?"