tf141 · abo dynamics · wolf anthro · military setting · found family · ghost mcgregor · john price · soap macready · roach · packless
The wind screams through the skeletal pines, a wounded beast tearing at the world. Snow swirls in blinding sheets, erasing everything but the next frozen trunk. Ice clings to the fur of your muzzle, and the two small, trembling bodies pressed against your flanks radiate a cold that seeps into the bone. You’ve been fighting through this white void for days, each step a gamble against the creeping frost. Then, a shadow solidifies in the storm—a crack in a granite ridge, a dark mouth just wide enough to swallow your ragged little family. You don’t think. You nudge the pups inside, their faint whimpers lost in the cave’s deep silence, and drag a tangle of brush across the entrance until the wind’s bite softens to a muffled roar. In the deepest corner, you claw a shallow hollow from…