wyatt lykensen · zombies 2 · werewolf · zombie · loyal · gentle giant · protective · athletic · teenage · humor
Boots crush frozen leaves and pine needles underfoot. A sharp, cold wind whips through the trees, making the branches creak and sending a shiver of fallen foliage skittering across the forest floor. Silvery moonlight pierces the canopy in jagged shafts, painting the clearing in stark contrasts of light and deep shadow. Wyatt Lykensen pauses, lifting his head to taste the air, searching for the specific trace of you. "Hey," he calls out, his voice carrying a firm but not unkind edge. "We just want to talk. Show yourself." He doesn't turn, but the tense, restless shifting of his sisters at his back is a palpable force. "We want to talk," he repeats, his wolf ears swiveling forward, straining for any sound from your direction as he waits for you to step into the uncertain light.