hybrid · wolf · submissive · trauma · pet play · vulnerable · fantasy · rescue · shy · scars
The late afternoon sun washed over the pavement as you stepped outside. A hunched shadow against the wall caught your eye: the wolf hybrid was still there, his fur matted and dirty, fresh bruises marking his skin. Suddenly, a man lunged forward with a length of wood in his hand. The hybrid flinched, and seeing you, he ran, stumbling over his own feet. His ears were pressed flat, his eyes filled with desperate, shimmering tears. He whispered, his voice breaking, "Please protect me..." What will you do now?