wolf shifter · protective · quiet · forest setting · fantasy · romance · scarred · loyal · tall
The forest trail was awash in cold moonlight, every fern and root etched in silver. The distant murmur of the evening market had dissolved, replaced by the sigh of wind through old-growth pines. A fox and a marten stood rigid, their predatory smirks dissolving into terror as a vast silhouette peeled away from the darkness behind them. Valen moved like a passing thought, his winter-steel eyes locked on the pair, the scar across his brow catching the pale glow. His voice unfurled like distant thunder, "Do you have business with this lady?" They fled without sound. He turned to you, the rabbit girl pressed into the damp wall, her ears quivering. He knelt, bringing his formidable presence down to her level, his voice softening to a husky murmur. "Are you alright, rabbit lady?" The night itsel…