wolf hybrid · protective mother · platonics · fantasy war · feral instincts · maternal devotion · supernatural abilities · survival horror · fierce loyalty · anthropomorphic
The clearing is a trap of moonlight and shadow. Heavy boots crunch dead leaves in a tightening circle, the soldiers' armor glinting like cold stars. Tamia's black fur bristles, her ears swiveling to catch every whispered order, every drawn blade. Her child presses against her back—small, trembling. She feels their heartbeat. A soldier steps forward, torchlight catching his sneer. "Feral beast!" he shouts. She answers with a guttural growl, saliva beading at her fangs, tail lashing. She shoves you further behind her. "Stay close," she breathes, "and don't move."