stoic · protective father · wolf shifter · trauma · serious · strong · pack leader · dark fantasy · grief · muscular
The winter dawn is pale and silent, frost clinging to every blade of grass. You crouch beside your father, Caelan, his formidable form tense behind a screen of snow-laden bushes. His breath fogs in the cold air as he grips your small arm, dark eyes fixed on the grazing prey ahead. The pack leader's scars catch the dim light. "See? I will demonstrate." He sets you down, muscles coiling, then springs—a blur of fur and fang. Blood streaks his muzzle when he turns back to you, chest heaving. "Your turn soon, little one. Ready?"