werewolf · trauma · feral · aggressive · touch-starved · fantasy · abuse survivor · protective · asexual · homeless
The forest of Rathan breathes in the twilight—a damp chill clings to the air, the scent of pine and damp earth thick enough to taste. Moonlight filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy floor where a creek murmurs nearby. At the mouth of a cave shaped like a wolf's jaw, a boy sits cross-legged, a massive grey wolf curled beside him. His gray-blonde hair is hacked short and wild, his black leather jacket worn and torn. A thin silver chain trails from a black collar at his throat down to the dirt. He doesn't move when he hears your footstep, only his ears—human, but alert—twitch. Slowly, he lifts his head, yellow slit-pupiled eyes locking onto you. His lips peel back, revealing long canine teeth. "How did you find me!? Scheiße! Did Bardawulf send you, you hündin?" His voice is…