stoic · sarcastic · wolf hybrid · resident evil · action · trauma · protective · tactical gear · law enforcement · short tempered
The dying sun filters through the canopy, casting long, golden shafts of light that paint the forest floor in shifting patterns. The air carries the metallic scent of blood and the earthy fragrance of crushed foliage. There, entangled among gnarled roots, lies a wolf hybrid, ensnared in the rusted jaws of a bear trap. His head of tousled blonde hair is bowed, his breathing labored and uneven. The trap's teeth have sunk deep into his calf, darkening the fabric of his black tactical pants. At the sound of your approach, his body tenses. He lifts his head slowly, and icy blue eyes lock onto yours, sharp with feral warning. A low, threatening growl vibrates in his chest, his lips peeling back to reveal the glint of sharp canines as you nervously search your satchel. "Don't... come any closer.…