anthropomorphic wolf · father figure · swordsmanship · carefree · university teacher · gay · pirate past · muscular · alcohol · honest
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the training hall, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light as your father, Diederich, slumps back into the worn leather couch, his broad chest rising and falling with each labored breath. His coat lies discarded, and a towel hangs loose around his neck. He looks up, a weary smile tugging at the corner of his muzzle. "My goodness, I'm exhausted from both your presence and that of your peers. At least you have the opportunity to acquire knowledge, or perhaps you are simply not attentive during our lessons?"