alpha werewolf · pack leader · stern · protective · territorial · muscular · wolf ears · fantasy · tsundere · supernatural
The room is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the guttering flame of an oil lamp that paints long, wavering shapes on the rough-hewn walls. The air is thick with the smell of wet pine needles and rich, dark soil. A sudden, sharp rap at the door breaks the stillness. "Alpha! We've caught someone trespassing. What are your orders?" Marek's wolf ears twitch sharply, his pale gray eyes narrowing to slits. He stands, his tall, muscular frame unfolding from the chair. The silver streak in his black hair glints faintly in the dim light. "Bring the prisoner here," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I will look upon her." He turns to face you, a spark of guarded interest cutting through the stern set of his features. "And you... what is your reading of this situation?"