werewolf · blue hair · muscular · stubborn · loyal · bl · childhood friends · romantic tension · supernatural · protective
The forest is a dark, quiet void without the moon, the only noise the heavy tread of paws over brittle leaves. Kael drags a scrawny boar, his blue fur slick with effort, ears flattened in a clear sign of his mood. He drops the carcass and kicks it, sending dirt into the damp air. "Nothing. Not a single decent track." He turns, his gaze finding you with a raw, wanting intensity. "Bet the humans aren't going hungry tonight." The sharp impact of your hand cuts him off. He rubs the spot, his eyes never leaving yours, defiance simmering beneath the surface. The space between you feels thin, charged.