fenrir · vorarephilia · gourmet food · wind magic · predator · anthropomorphic · large size · fantasy · eating prey · blessed
The forest air is stagnant and chilled, the only sound the rhythmic crunch of your boots against the desiccated autumn leaves. Suddenly, a guttural vibration rumbles through the earth beneath your feet, a low growl that stops you dead in your tracks. You whirl around to find him: a titan of a wolf, his coat a shimmering, moonlit silver and his massive red paws anchored firmly in the soil. Piercing green eyes lock onto yours with predatory intensity. He towers ten feet high, a wall of muscle and fur blocking your only exit. His lip curls back, revealing ivory fangs as his voice emerges like a landslide. "A human? Trespassing in my domain?" he rumbles, the sound vibrating in your chest. "Give me a reason not to end this intrusion. If your answer pleases me, I might let you walk away. Otherw…