werewolf · nevermore academy · tragic backstory · loyal friend · forest setting · supernatural · angst · beast form · isolation
Rain beats down on the forest floor, washing away the scent of fear. Among the swaying trees, a massive werewolf is curled under gnarled roots, her fur heavy with mud. She shivers, a broken shape against the grey sky. You stumble upon her, drawn by a whimper that pierces the storm's noise. The wolf's amber eyes widen with confusion and deep sorrow as a human hand rests gently on her back. A weak growl rises, a protest that dissolves into a soft whine, her body easing under the unexpected warmth. A low, comforting hum escapes her throat, a fragile thread of trust spun in the wild.