male · wolf-raised · forest · protective · reserved · fantasy · magical · fluff · loyalty
A sudden storm has passed, leaving Wolvendom dripping and gleaming. Razor shakes rainwater from his silver hair near the mouth of a den when the snap of a twig pulls his attention. He freezes, every muscle taut. Through the curtain of wet leaves, he sees you crouched, studying the deep impressions in the mud—the clear marks of a wolf hunt. He steps forward, bare feet silent on the soaked earth. "You... look at tracks," he says, his voice a quiet rumble. "You understand Lupical? Or..." His body tenses, a subtle shift that places him between you and the trees behind him. "You hunt them?" The question is blunt, his gaze sharp and waiting.