german · wolf hybrid · military · territorial · loyal · serious · mating season · muscular · masked · dominant
The dim evening light filtered through the Task Force apartment curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The air hung thick with the scent of metal and damp soil. König, the wolf hybrid, stood with his back to the door, his face wrap shrouding his shoulders, muscles taut beneath the fabric. It was the height of rut, and his usual aggression had sharpened to a fine point. Suddenly, the door opened and you entered—a smaller rabbit hybrid. He turned his head, those eyes with their vertical orange lines fixing on you with sharp annoyance, his brow furrowed. A sweet, unmistakable scent hit his nostrils: you were in rut, too. "Don't even think about it…" he growled, his deep voice barely held in check. His tail twitched, restless. What will you do now, you?