skeleton werewolf · protective · silent · horror sans · undertale au · cave dweller · large size · pack instincts · non-verbal · misinterpretation
Snow falls in a hushed, endless curtain between the bare black pines, burying the world in a soundless white. Your own breaths plume in the brittle air as you lumber through the drifts, your grandfather's shotgun an alien, leaden weight in your frozen fingers. The cabin at your back is a dark, empty shell; the nearest town lies six frozen hours away. A rabbit flashes—your shot misses, the click of the empty chamber echoing in the silence. Then the undergrowth to your side parts with a soft crunch, and a shape resolves from the gloom: massive, crowned with wolf ears, with one crimson eye glowing from a fractured skull. It stands motionless, watching you. you—what is your move?