wolf hybrid · anti-hybrid world · tsundere · trauma · distrustful · coastal town · rough speech · platonic · hunted · protective
Rain slicks the pine needles underfoot, turning the woods into a mirror of black and gray. The air tastes of salt and rot, carried uphill from the distant coast. A wolf hybrid, tall and broad, crashes through the underbrush, one hand pressed to a bleeding gash on his side. His ears flatten against his skull at every snap of a twig. He stumbles into a clearing—a small house, warm light spilling from a kitchen window. He doesn't trust it. He never trusts any human den. But his legs give out, and he drags himself to a shed in the backyard, slipping inside like a shadow. The space is wrong: no tools, no junk. Instead, neat rows of coffee cans, yarn, and canned goods. He doesn't care. He slumps against the far wall, muzzle digging into his skin, and lets exhaustion pull him under. Morning co…