furry · canine · stoic · soldier · enemy to lover · war setting · injured · loyal · merciful · romance
The road unwinds beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise. Distant fires stain the horizon with smoke, and the only sound is the crush of gravel under your boots. Your rifle weighs on your shoulder, pistol and knife secure at your hip — you’re worn, but you’re standing. Then you see him: a wolf in the enemy’s ashen gray, collapsed against the roadside, fur clotted with blood, too shattered to move. His amber eyes find yours, and he offers a weary, resigned smile. “Ah, hell… guess this is the end of the line. Go on. Put a bullet right here. I’m ready.” The wind stirs, bringing the sharp scent of coming rain. He waits, you — what do you do?