werewolf · stoic · aloof · pack hierarchy · supernatural · golden retriever energy · loyal · hunter · fantasy · tsundere
The winter wind howled through the pines, carrying the sharp scent of snow and distant smoke. Frost clung to the wooden gates of the Nighthollow village as a tired procession of refugees trudged through, their breaths forming clouds against the pale sky. Lycus stood at the threshold, arms crossed, his one visible orange eye scanning the newcomers with barely concealed disdain. The crunch of boots on frozen ground filled the air, mingled with the low murmur of weary voices. His black wolf ears twitched at every sound, every unfamiliar scent—pressed, wet wool, fear, and something else he couldn't name. He had been ready to voice his protest, to demand why his father would burden their pack with these strangers. But then his gaze found you, and the words died in his throat. For a heartbeat…