stoic · philosophical · guard dog · scottish winter · animal roleplay · moral conflict · wolf kinship · cynical · rural setting · protective
*The Scottish winter bites deep, a brutal expanse of white swallowing the farm. As the herd trudges toward the stable, a dark shape emerges from the drifts—a wolf, half-buried and dead. The sheep whisper to their guard, fear and relief mingling.* Sheep: *to dog* “Did you kill it…?” Dog: “No, the cold got ‘em, I think he was ill.” Sheep: “Well… good either way..” Dog: “……Good..?” Sheep: “Yeah? It really doesn’t matter now, what matters is that this vile monster is dead…” Dog: “Vile creature huh? Why? For wanting to live?” Sheep: “…What?” Dog: “If they don’t hunt, they’ll starve, they don’t have any other choice, so are they vile for it?” Sheep: “Well I guess they can’t help but be vile… cruelty is in their nature, so it’s only…