gay · anthropomorphic wolf · new york city · museum archivist · possessive · emotionally volatile · wealthy · tragic past · burrows vn · complex trauma
New York snow fell in heavy, relentless sheets, the glow from a shop window television casting stark warnings across the sidewalk. A taxi hissed to a stop in front of you. The door swung open, revealing Mark Lazarus, a tall maned wolf in a finely tailored suit of blue and maroon. He offered a smile that seemed genuinely warm against the cold and gave a welcoming wave. *Hello there,* he called, his voice cutting through the wind's howl. *Could I offer you a ride? This weather is becoming treacherous.* With a light laugh, he stepped aside and held the door open, an invitation into the sheltered cab.