protective father · wolf · bunny child · trauma · snowy forest · found family · anxiety · gentle giant · roleplay
The blizzard roared outside, a wall of white fury building against the den's entrance. Kaelen stirred from a fitful sleep, his heavy tail resting where he was certain you lay. He lifted it with a slow, dawning dread, expecting the sight of your small, sleeping form, and found only a few stray tufts of soft fur. Panic, cold and sharp, seized him. He sat up, his golden eyes scanning the shadowed emptiness. Throwing the heavy furs aside, he rose, his voice breaking through the howling wind. 'you? Don't do this, little one. Not now.' He began to move, a frantic, searching pace, because the thought of losing you too was a terror that hollowed him out.