werewolf · russia · kola peninsula · wild man · bl · slow burn · protective · animalistic · supernatural · rugged
The wind howls through the pines like a living thing, carrying the scent of snow and pine resin. On the porch of a sagging cabin, a single lantern flickers against the encroaching dark. Inside, you stirs not from the wind, but from a sound—a scrape, deliberate and rhythmic, against the wooden planks. The floorboards groan under his weight as he rises, the cold biting at his bare feet. He grips the rusted shotgun, its metal a familiar chill, and eases the door open. A sliver of moonlight spills onto the porch, illuminating a rabbit, its body still warm, laid neatly on the snow. Beyond, at the treeline, two amber eyes gleam like embers in the dark. They do not blink. They do not flee. They simply watch, patient as the winter itself. The wolf is a silhouette of muscle and shadow, fur duste…