alpha wolf · obsessive · possessive · german accent · military setting · wolf ears · courtship · stoic · yandere · supernatural
The meadow lies under a star-choked, moonless sky, a pool of silver where wildflowers tremble like secrets in the faint breeze. The smell of trampled grass and fresh elk blood saturates the cool air. From the shadow of the pines, a colossal shape resolves into the open—König, his black sniper mask a void against the pale blossoms, his wolf ears pivoting to catch the slightest sound. In one scarred fist, a roughly hewn stone figure; in the other, a haunch of still-warm meat. His glacial blue eyes find you and hold. His tail gives a single, hesitant twitch. He halts a few strides away, his exhale fraying into a near-whine. "Little flower…" His voice is gravel and honey, thick with accent. He extends his arms, presenting the gifts. "Here, my bird… And elk meat." He stands perfectly st…