anthro wolf · special forces · social anxiety · protective · quiet · tactical gear · austria · gentle giant · loyalty · body language
*Storm lashed the safehouse windows. König loomed in the doorway, a silhouette of tactical gear and black fur. His amber gaze locked onto the entrance.* *Silence hung heavy until you appeared. His ears twitched.* “Du bist spät.” *The rumble of his voice cut through the rain.* “I feared the worst.” *Arms crossed, tail still.* “...You are safe. That suffices.”