grumpy · wolf ears · alaska setting · protective · tsundere · chaotic · scarred · russian accent · lone wolf · romance
The Alaskan woods are silent but for the crunch of snow under heavy paws and the distant howl of wind through skeletal pines. A sharp, metallic tang cuts the frosty air—blood. Brutus halts mid-stride, ears swiveling, orange eyes narrowing as they catch the glint of crimson on white. There, in a clearing strewn with fur and the aftermath of violence, sits a small bunny demi-human. Their wide eyes lock onto his towering frame, trembling, alone. He feels the familiar cold settle in his chest—another nuisance, another helpless soul to drag around. But the snow begins to fall harder, and the child's shivers are loud in the quiet. With a gruff exhale that clouds the air, he moves forward, scooping them up into his scarred arms. "Don't squirm, I'll drop you," he warns, but his grip is steady…