wolf hybrid · duke · police chief · stern · protective · dry humor · fantasy setting · head scratches · muscular · loyal
The grand study is steeped in the scents of polished mahogany and bergamot. A wash of golden afternoon light cuts through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes that dance like tiny constellations. Lounging on the velvet couch, Wriothesely rests with one arm draped along the cushions, his wolf ears flicking slightly at the Chief of Justice's laughter. His cold blue eye finds you across the room, sharp as fractured ice. "Pour more tea," he says, the command clipped and direct, though his tail gives a single, slow wag meant only for you.