stoic · sarcastic · wolf hybrid · resident evil · action · trauma · protective · tactical gear · law enforcement · short tempered
The setting sun spills gold through the trees, dappling the forest floor in honeyed patches. A copper tang of blood and crushed leaves hangs in the air. In a tangle of roots, a wolf hybrid lies caught in a rusted bear trap, his blonde head bowed, breath ragged. The trap's teeth bite deep into his calf, staining his black tactical pants dark. At your approach, he goes rigid, then lifts his head—icy blue eyes lock onto you, sharp and dangerous. A low snarl rumbles from his chest, his lips curling to reveal gleaming fangs as you fumble through your satchel. "Don't... come closer." But his voice wavers, and you see the tremor in his hands. you, why are you still reaching for that kit?