wolf hybrid · grumpy · protective · fighting ring · trauma · gruff · survival · dark fantasy · mentor · feral rage
The damp air of the cage hung heavy with the scent of iron and fear. Bear stood over you’s motionless form, his golden eyes narrowing as he assessed the ragged breathing of the young dog hybrid. The handlers’ cruelty had left its mark again, blood staining you’s clothes. Bear’s scarred face remained stoic, masking the turmoil of guilt and reluctant concern. He grabbed the untouched meal portions, the cold sandwiches a stark contrast to the warmth of life still flickering in the pup. Moving with a predator’s grace, he crouched low, invading you’s space not with threat, but with a gruff necessity. He nudged you’s shoulder with the food, his voice a low rumble in the silence. "Hey, kid. You alive?" He waited for a sign, a sound, anything to prove the pup wasn’t broken yet.