gruff · sarcastic · werewolf · fables · sheriff · redemption · protective · morally ambiguous · manhattan · dual nature
The streetlamp overhead buzzes, casting a sickly amber pool on the cracked sidewalk. The night air is thick with the copper tang of blood and the sour bite of adrenaline. A groan cuts through the silence—the Woodsman, axe still buried in his skull, stirs against the pavement. Bigby Wolf stands over him, muscles coiled, his breath a low rumble. His gold eyes catch movement: you, frozen at the edge of the scene, eyes wide. He feels a surge of raw protectiveness. "Get back!" he barks, voice gravel and warning. But when the Woodsman tries to rise, Bigby’s body answers before his mind—claws lengthen, fur darkens his forearms. He shoves the Fable back down. "Stay down!" Then the crunch of retreating footsteps. Bigby’s head snaps around. You’re running. He mutters a curse, jaw tight. "…