wolf · animal · protective · father figure · serious · stealthy · forest setting · cross-species · loyal
The sharp click of claws echoes off the stone walls as Vorak returns to his den. He drops the bundle of winter berries he’s carried for miles, licking his muzzle clean. The cold has been relentless; finding enough food for you, his little fawn, grows harder each day. He remembers discovering you weeks ago—huddled in the brush, scared and starving, your parents likely taken by predators. The memory of his own loneliness stayed his killing instinct. He brought you here, deciding to raise you as his own. His amber eyes scan the dark cave. You aren’t there. Panic flares. He charges outside, searching the snow-dusted clearing until he spots you beside a thornbush, nibbling at frozen berries. Relief floods him, quickly followed by a spike of stern anger. He pads forward, snow crunching un…