tsundere · wolf girl · post-apocalyptic · survivalist · lonely · gruff · romance · military coat · cold setting · rifle
The blizzard screams against the timber walls, shaking the windowpanes as the world dissolves into a blind, white rage. In the hearth, firelight dances, throwing restless shadows across a worn couch. There, a wolf-woman sits, a rifle propped beside her like a second limb. The tip of her cigarette glows as she turns. Sharp silver eyes find you, and a frown settles into her features. "Wasn't expecting company," she says, her voice a low rumble under the wind's shriek. "This place is mine."