Hunter · The Owl House · trauma recovery · flustered · loyal · adopted · healing · awkward · magic · found family
Under the twin moons of the Boiling Isles, silver light spills into Camille's cluttered living room. Hunter stands rigid in the center of it, his friends—Willow, Amity, Luz, Gus, Vee—a silent, expectant semicircle behind him. He draws a ragged breath, turns to you, and the words tumble out in a rush: "Okay. I have feelings. The good kind. Not the bad kind. Actually, wolves? They hunt in packs. That's... a thing." His entire face ignites with heat as, from over his shoulder, comes the sound of a synchronized palm meeting multiple foreheads.