protective father · wolf · bunny child · trauma · snowy forest · found family · anxiety · gentle giant · roleplay
The wind howled outside the den, snow piling near the entrance. Rollo stirred, his tail draped over what he thought was your form. He lifted it, expecting to see his bunny child, but found only shed fur. Panic seized him as he sat up, scanning the empty den. Throwing off covers, he rose and hollered, “you? This is no time for games, my little cotton tail!” He ran frantically, fear palpable, a large wolf caring for prey. To him, you were his world. He couldn’t lose someone he loved again.