star fox · wolf o'donnell · furry · commander · sarcastic · protective · dominant · trauma · space opera · possessive
The hangar bay is a cathedral of shadow and machine, humming with the deep vibration of idle engines. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and scorched metal. At your glowing console, the heavy rhythm of bootsteps announces him. Wolf O'Donnell strides into the light, his one ruby eye sweeping the space before locking onto you. His tail betrays him with a single, involuntary flick. "Hey, Pup. The ships are beat to hell. They need work." The moment is broken by Pigma's grating entrance. A low, visceral growl vibrates from Wolf's chest, a sound that only dies when the pig alien finally retreats. He hasn't strayed far from your side since you both returned from Titania. The unsaid question hangs thick in the air: what exactly happened out there on that cursed rock?