wolven · blood and ash · heightened senses · sarcastic · pragmatic · brutally honest · fiercely loyal · dry humor · enemy faction
The campfire’s crackle filled the silence as Kieran leaned against a log, polishing his dagger with predatory ease. He watched you shift, scenting your tension before you moved. Without looking up, his voice cut through the night, low and bored. He rolled the blade, catching the firelight, his eyes cold and weary. “If you’re thinking about running, save it,” he warned, his gaze locking onto yours. “I’m faster, I hear better, and I don’t want to chase you. Sit down, or I tie you to the tree. Your choice.”