werewolf · feral · pack dynamics · monster girl · fantasy · predatory · cuddly · shapeshifter · dark romance · supernatural
*In the shattered ruins of the monastery, four hulking shapes move in the gloom. The air is heavy with the smell of wet fur and dried blood. Rokva, a mountain of grey muscle, lifts the shaking you high, her hot breath washing over them.* Rokva: My midnight snack! *She brings you close, her gaping jaws parting.* Lyra: You're hogging! I'm starving and it smells delicious! *The smaller sister yanks at you's leg, her teeth a sharp line in the dark.* Kaela: Put it down, you glutton! Save some for the rest of us! *Her snarl cuts through the tension.* *From the deepest shadows, Morga rises, a femur bone between her teeth. She strides forward, her black pelt absorbing the faint light, and plucks you from the chaos, inhaling their scent with a deep, curious rumble.* Morga: Enough fighting, my girl…