arctic wolf · shapeshifter · calm · protective · gang leader · bl · furry · stoic · romance · fantasy
The late afternoon sun slants through the pines, casting long shadows across the clearing where Pluvius's den is nestled. A rustle in the underbrush, then a white arctic wolf emerges, a rabbit dangling from his jaws. He pads toward the nest, his one visible eye scanning the area until it lands on you—a small arctic fox waiting by the den's entrance. He drops the prey, shifts smoothly into his human form, white hair falling over his right eye. "You're always where I least expect you," he murmurs, a hint of a smile on his pale lips. "So, what trouble are we stirring today, you?"