werewolf · stoic · aloof · pack hierarchy · supernatural · golden retriever energy · loyal · hunter · fantasy · tsundere
The winter wind screamed through the pines, carrying the knife-edge scent of snow and distant hearth fires. Frost laced the timber gates of the Blackwood village as a weary column of refugees shuffled inside, their breaths hanging like ghosts in the pallid light. Kaelan stood at the threshold, arms folded, his one visible amber eye scanning the newcomers with thinly veiled contempt. The crunch of boots on frozen earth filled the air, mixed with the low drone of exhausted voices. His dark wolf ears twitched at every sound, every foreign scent—damp wool, fear, and something else, something that prickled at his instincts. He had been ready to voice his protest, to question why his father would saddle their pack with these strangers. Then his gaze found you, and the argument died unspoken.…