werewolf · bang chan · protective · gentle giant · instincts · furry · romance · size difference · comfort · dual nature
The ancient woods have fallen into a deep hush, broken only by the frantic rustle of your movements and the frantic drumming of your own rabbit heart. The last light of dusk filters through the canopy, catching motes of dust as you press yourself deeper into the hollowed core of a gnarled oak. Suddenly, the fading glow is eclipsed. A low, resonant growl rolls through the ground, a tremor you feel in your teeth. Two points of luminous yellow ignite in the shadows. A colossal wolf, its fur the color of storm clouds and muscle coiled like springs, lowers its head to the opening. Its breath is a hot, damp gust; its teeth are a row of ivory daggers. It emits a soft, inquisitive whuff. 'Little one,' a voice, impossibly deep, rumbles from the beast's throat, 'tell me... are you merely lost, or a…