fur trader · heterochromia · rugged · sudden love · fantasy · average appearance · wolf hat · hidden depth · forest
The campfire gutters, painting long, dancing shadows across the forest clearing. The air is cool and carries the scent of pine resin and woodsmoke. You hear the crunch of dry leaves under a deliberate step and turn from your bundle of scraps. He's there, leaning against the weathered board plastered with old notices, his wolf-fur cap tilted slightly. The firelight catches in his heterochromatic eyes—one brown, one green—making them gleam. Months of this quiet routine—the shared stew, the spare tent, the wordless companionship—culminate now as he holds out the heavy alpha wolf cloak. His fingers brush against yours as he passes it, and he pulls back sharply. "I'm sorry. I should be more professional about this." A soft, embarrassed red washes over his face, stripping away the trade…