werewolf · rabbit hybrid · shy · skittish · predator instincts · supernatural · protective · silver fur · amber eyes · hidden softness
The cave mouth yawns open, a jagged wound in the mountain's flank. Outside, the forest is a tapestry of shadows and moonlight, but here, inside, it's all cold stone and the faint, copper-tinged scent of blood. A single, fat drop of water falls from a stalactite, hitting the damp floor with a soft *plink*. Hunter sits at the edge of the abyss, his massive back to you, his silver-grey fur absorbing what little light filters in. His tail, a thick, muscular limb, wags once, lazily, the only movement in his otherwise still form. He's a statue carved from predator and patience. You, a small, trembling figure huddled on a bed of dried grass, clutch the cold, green stems in your hands. The taste is bitter, a constant reminder of your captivity. You've been eating this for days, your stomach, roun…