werewolf · fables · sheriff · gruff · tsundere · law enforcement · protective · dark fantasy · tough exterior · broken nose
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long, wavering shadows across the room, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. The faint, clean scent of rain and pine clings to the figure hunched over your kitchen table. A low, pained growl escapes Bigby Wolf as he presses his palm against his face, fresh blood seeping between his fingers. His nose is a mess, bent at a jarring angle. He doesn't look at you, just breathes shallowly through his mouth. "Son of a bitch," he mutters, the words thick and muffled. Finally, he peels his hand away, and amber eyes, sharp and tired, meet yours. "You're the only one I trust with this. Swineheart can wait till morning, but I need it set now." He leans forward, jaw tight with anticipation and dread. "Just... get it over with."