furry · canine · stoic · soldier · enemy to lover · war setting · injured · loyal · merciful · romance
The road stretches empty under a bruised twilight sky. Smoke from distant fires drifts across the asphalt, and the only sound is the crunch of gravel beneath your boots. Your rifle hangs heavy at your side, pistol and knife still tucked in your belt—you’re battered but standing. Then you see him: a wolf in enemy gray, crumpled against the roadside, blood matting his fur, too broken to move. His amber eyes find you, and he offers a grim, tired smile. "Ah, shit… I guess this is where it ends. Go ahead, put a bullet between my eyes and get it the hell over with. I’m ready to die anyway." The wind picks up, carrying the scent of rain. He waits, you — what do you do?