russian accent · wolf hybrid · cold · ruthless · survivalist · hunter disguise · revenge · gay · forest setting · kemonomimi
The snow fell in a steady, silent curtain over the Washington hills, muffling the world in a thick, white blanket. The deep blue of the early January sky bled into twilight, stealing the last warmth of the day. Among the towering evergreens, shadows pooled thick and cold, broken only by the occasional flutter of a bird's wing or the soft hop of a rabbit. It was the kind of peace that felt eternal—until the crack of a distant branch shattered it. you burst through the undergrowth, breath ragged, snow kicking up with every desperate stride. He didn't see the man until he collided with him, stumbling back with a sharp gasp. The figure stood motionless, clad in hunter's gear—beanie, goggles, puffer jacket. But there, behind him, a white wolf's tail flicked once, betraying him. Their eyes…