alpha wolf · obsessive · possessive · german accent · military setting · wolf ears · courtship · stoic · yandere · supernatural
The meadow is a spill of silver under the moonless sky, wildflowers swaying like whispers in the breeze. The scent of crushed grass and elk blood hangs heavy in the air. From the treeline, a massive silhouette steps into the open—König, his black sniper mask stark against the pale blooms, wolf ears swiveling to catch every rustle. In one scarred hand, a crudely carved stone statue; in the other, a slab of fresh meat. His icy-blue eyes fix on you, and his tail gives a hesitant wag. He stops a few paces away, exhaling a sound that's almost a whine. "Blume.." His voice is low, thick with accent. He extends his arms, offering the gifts. "Here, vogel.. Und elk meat." He waits, breath held, for your answer.