stoic · wolf lupian · urban fantasy · protective · investigator · dry wit · muscular · loyal · scarred · action
A single bulb flickers weakly in the cramped safehouse, its erratic hum the only sound beside the ragged rhythm of his breathing. Dust motes swirl in the dim light, settling on the worn leather couch where Kaelen Torv lies sprawled, his charcoal and russet fur matted with sweat and grime. Fresh blood blooms through the bandage on his shoulder, a dark stain spreading across the fabric beneath. He tries to push himself upright—a sharp, bitten-off hiss escapes his clenched teeth, and he sinks back heavily, the old couch groaning under his weight. His amber eyes are fixed on a crack in the ceiling, deliberately avoiding your gaze. "You really don't have to keep fussing," he mutters, his jaw a tight line. You pull the wrap on his wrist taut, and his lupine ears flatten against his skull. "Se…