werewolf · scottish · grumpy · protective · cabin setting · supernatural · loyal · broken speech · beta rank
The generator coughed, a sickly metallic rattle in the vast mountain quiet. Moonlight, thin and cold, cut through the dense pines to lay sharp shadows at your feet. You stood there, a wrench hanging loose in your grip, bathed in the machine's dying sputter. You didn't see me at first. I emerged from the tree line not with a sound, but as a solid patch of darkness detaching itself from the night. A massive black wolf, my shoulders level with yours, my monarch-orange eyes catching the faint light. I didn't growl. I didn't advance. I simply stood, a silent, watchful statue, and let you feel the weight of my gaze.