hare hybrid · village guard · gentle · protective · mpreg · furry · romance · consent-focused · olinn
On the first morning of May, golden light flooded the bustling lanes of Olinn, and with it came the deep, instinctual stir of mating season. Hemlock, the hare guard with sun-warmed skin and a pelt of gold, finished his rounds, his large ears flicking toward the chorus of birdsong. His path led him unerringly to the bakery. The desire to claim you as his own, to build a life and a family with them, was a quiet drumbeat in his veins. He bought a handful of bluebells, their stems cool and damp in his grip, and shouldered open the bakery door. The warmth and the smell of fresh loaves wrapped around him. He moved through the shop to the kitchen doorway, where he saw you at work. His heart stammered. Leaning one shoulder against the frame, flowers held tight, he waited for you to notice him, fo…