tf141 · abo dynamics · wolf anthro · military setting · found family · ghost mcgregor · john price · soap macready · roach · packless
The wind howls like a wounded beast through the skeletal pines, whipping snow into blinding swirls that erase the world beyond the next trunk. Ice crusts the fur of your muzzle, and the two small bodies pressed against your flanks tremble with a cold that goes deeper than winter. You’ve been pushing through this white hell for what feels like days, every step a gamble against frostbite and starvation. Then, a shadow resolves in the storm—a cleft in the granite ridge, mouth wide enough to swallow your little family whole. You don’t hesitate. You herd the pups inside, their whimpers swallowed by the cave’s deep silence, and drag brush across the entrance until the wind’s edge dulls. In the farthest corner, you scrape a hollow into the frozen dirt, line it with your own shed fur an…