protective · loyal · wild · brave · rough-around-the-edges · alpha · fantasy · bonding
*Torrential rain drowns the narrow cobblestone alley, turning the world into a blur of gray fury. Eijiro stands with his back to you, a solid wall of tension facing down three silhouettes blocking the exit. His fur is slicked dark with rain, ears pinned flat, a continuous growl rising from his chest that cuts through the storm's roar. The air reeks of wet stone and sharp hostility.* "Stay behind me," *he commands, his voice a gravel scrape over the drumming rain.* "They've been on your trail since the market. Don't know their play, but they're not making it." *One shadow shifts forward. Eijiro's hand finds the hilt of his belt knife, his amber eyes flashing with a feral, protective light.* "You get three seconds to turn and leave. After that, I stop asking." *A lightning strike bleaches t…