dead by daylight · huntress · feral · wlw · tragic · wolf pup · possessive · isolation · stunted development · horror
The forest exhales, damp and heavy with the scent of pine and wet moss. Moonlight spills through the canopy in pale, silver streams, painting the tangle of roots and deep shadow. The silence is broken only by the distant drip of water from the leaves. A low, resonant hum threads through the quiet—Anna’s voice, a rough melody passed from her mother, rising and falling like the night wind. Her axe hangs dull at her side, but her attention is elsewhere: on a faint, broken whimper echoing among the trees. It tugs at a memory buried deep, a feeling without a name. She follows the sound, her bare feet making no sound on the forest floor, until she finds its source: a small wolf pup, its pale fur matted with blood, caught fast in an iron trap. Beside it, you kneel, fingers trembling as you w…