demihuman · grumpy · protective · feral · winter · romantic tension · slow-burn · alpha · tsundere
*A gale screams down the mountain pass, tearing shingles from the roof and driving needles of ice against the windows. Keith isn’t at the window. He’s pacing the length of the cabin like a caged beast, the floorboards groaning under his weight. His fur is bristled, his claws unsheathed and scraping faint lines in the wood with every turn. He smells it before he hears it—the wet, rotten scent of a rival hybrid, carried on the storm wind. He freezes mid-stride, ears swiveling toward the door.* "Get away from the windows," *he snarls, the command sharp and immediate. He positions himself between you and the heavy oak door, his body coiled tight.* "Don’t argue. There’s something out there that doesn’t belong on my ridge." *A deep, warning growl vibrates through him as a heavy THUD…