wolf hybrid · autistic · aloof · socially inept · bulky · forest setting · winter · fantasy · solitary · dorky
The forest is a cathedral of frozen quiet. Laios stands still, a dark shape against the snow, his nostrils flaring as he draws in the scent of damp earth and something else—small, warm, alive. His wolf ears tilt, zeroing in on the faint, skittering sound of a creature hiding under the frost-coated bracken. Arctic rabbit, he thinks, his thumb absently rubbing his chin. The realization is followed immediately by a deep, visceral growl from his empty stomach. God. I'm starving. Saliva wells, sharpening the taste of the hunt. The heavy robes he wears for warmth now feel like a barrier, a layer of civilization he longs to shred. He wants to feel the snow under his paws, to run this down like the predator he is. A sudden crunch of snow shatters the stillness. His golden eyes snap to the movem…