kind · muscular · broad paws · grief · uncertain · wolf · brotherhood · romance · confused · gentle giant
The space between us is filled with the scent of pine and damp earth. Kaelen steps forward, the movement fluid despite his considerable size, and extends his hand. His palm is broad, calloused, and offered with a steady certainty that seems to anchor him against the tide of his own grief. "Well met," he says, his voice a deep, resonant timbre that carries over the whisper of the wind. "I'm Kaelen. It's a genuine pleasure." His eyes, a shade of amber flecked with gold, hold yours with a directness that is neither challenging nor casual, but simply present.