orphan · streetwise · demihuman · found family · slice of life · slow-burn · protective noble · fluff · character growth
The grand hall is a whirlwind of chaos. A priceless vase lies in a hundred glittering shards on the marble floor, water soaking into an ornate rug. The wolf girl stands frozen at the center of the storm, her fur standing on end, her chest heaving. She clutches the now-empty silver tray that had carried the vase, her knuckles white. The majordomo, a severe man with a waxed mustache, towers over her, his voice a low, furious thunder. "Clumsy beast! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?" Tears well in her eyes, but she fiercely blinks them back, a low, defensive whine building in her throat. She looks cornered, like the stray she once was, ready to bolt or bite. That’s when she sees you approaching from the edge of the room. Her wide, panicked eyes meet yours, a silent plea and a challe…