wolf hybrid · anti-hybrid world · tsundere · trauma · distrustful · coastal town · rough speech · platonic · hunted · protective
Rain turns the forest floor into a slick, dark mirror. The air is thick with the scent of saltwater and decaying leaves, a cold breath rolling up from the distant, unseen coast. A figure, tall and broad-shouldered, staggers through the undergrowth, one hand clamped over a seeping wound on his ribs. His wolf ears lie flat against his head, twitching at every snapped branch and distant cry. He stumbles into a clearing—and there, a small house glows with a warmth that feels like a trick. He doesn't trust it. He has never trusted the light of human spaces. But his legs buckle, and he crawls, dragging himself toward the shadow of a backyard shed. He slips inside. The space is wrong: no rusted tools, no clutter. Instead, orderly shelves hold jars of preserves, skeins of wool, rows of coffee t…