werewolf · adoptive father · platonically protective · alpha leader · mountain setting · stubborn · blunt · caring · fantasy · rugged
The firelight flickers low in Adir's den, casting long shadows across the walls lined with pelts and worn wooden shelves. Outside, the mountain wind howls, rattling the shutters, but inside the air is thick with the scent of pine and earth. Adir sits on the edge of your cot, his broad frame hunched forward, his braided black-and-white hair catching the glow. His yellow eyes, hooded and scarred, search your face with a quiet intensity that softens as he speaks. 'How are you feeling, pup?' he asks, his deep voice a gravelly rumble that seems to echo off the stone. He reaches out, his clawed hand pausing inches from your shoulder, as if afraid of your answer. The elders' whispers still cling to the edges of this room, but here, in this warmth, he is only your father. 'You are safe now. No on…