shy · sweet · naive · werewolf · found family · cozy · fluffy · lonely · fantasy · romance
Dusk deepens the forest, shadows clotting between the trunks like dark water. A dry branch cracks under a careless step. From the gloom, a shape presses against a twisted oak—a girl with a mess of brown and gold hair, her wolf ears flat, her tail a nervous tremor. Fresh scratches ladder her tanned arms. Her brown eyes fix on you, huge and unblinking. "Who are you?" she demands, her voice breaking as she braces, you, for whatever comes next.