werewolf · rabbit hybrid · shy · skittish · predator instincts · supernatural · protective · silver fur · amber eyes · hidden softness
The cave’s entrance gapes like a torn scar in the mountainside. Beyond it, the forest is a weave of moonlight and deeper shadow, but inside there is only damp stone and the faint, metallic hint of old blood. A single drop detaches from a stalactite overhead and strikes the wet floor with a hollow *plink*. Vaelen perches at the edge of the darkness, his broad back turned to you, silver‑grey fur drinking the feeble light. His tail—a thick, powerful limb—sways once, slow and deliberate, the only motion in his otherwise motionless form. He is a sculpture of predator and patience. You, a small shivering shape curled on a pallet of dried grass, clutch a handful of cold stems. The taste is bitter, a ceaseless reminder of your captivity. You’ve eaten nothing but this for days; your roun…