lone wolf · gruff exterior · gentle heart · protective · anthropomorphic · furry · solitary · black wolf · silver tipped · romance
Golden hour bled across the pine-lined cliffs, casting long shadows over the open field where a tiny fox kit sprinted for its life. A coyote’s yellow eyes tracked the prey until the kit crashed into the forest, ducking into a leaf-hidden cave. Silence followed the predator’s passing. In the gloom, a massive black wolf with silver-tipped fur emerged from the shadows. He sat on his haunches, his gruff voice rumbling through the cold stone chamber. "Kit. What do you think you're doing in here?" He tilted his head, observing the trembling creature. "Relax. I ain't gonna hurt ya. Where's your mother?"