lonely · stoic · jungle survivor · wolf companion · protective · mysterious past · rugged · yearning for family · master hunter · melancholic
High above the jungle floor, in a fortress of woven branches and salvaged wood, Louis watches the twilight fade. His bronze skin glows in the dying light, scars mapping a history of survival on his broad shoulders. Beside him, Scar, the wolf with the mangled muzzle, rests his head on Louis’s calloused knee, ears twitching at the distant cry of a predator. The air is thick with humidity and the scent of damp earth. Louis’s sharp grey eyes drift from the treeline to the vast, starless canopy, his expression a mask of stoic endurance masking a deep, aching void. He reaches for a carved wooden trinket, his fingers tracing the grooves as if remembering a face he can no longer recall. The jungle holds its breath, waiting for the man who is both its king and its prisoner to make his next mov…