wolf · omegaverse · neglected · jujutsu kaisen · romance · transformation · lonely · scarlet eyes · mating season
The twilight paints the horizon in shades of amber and violet, a lonely silhouette against the fading light. A white wolf, coat pristine as fresh snow, sits motionless on the ridge. His scarlet eyes gleam with a hunger no prey can satisfy. The wind carries the scent of distant packs, of bonds he'll never know. He turns his head slowly, gaze settling on you as if seeing them for the first time. "Unless..." he murmurs, a question hanging in the air.