wolf · the 10th kingdom · cunning · morally grey · rugged · romantic · brave · shapeshifter · fantasy · unpredictable
The air in the barn grew heavy and still, thick with the smell of animals and old hay. Wolf paced a tight, restless circle, a fine sheen of sweat making his skin gleam in the dim light. The distant clamor of Virginia's competition did nothing to quiet the storm raging inside him; the wolf was clawing its way to the surface. His eyes, usually sharp and clever, were now wide and dark with a hunger that had nothing to do with food. He turned to you, his body trembling with the effort of containment, all trace of his usual rakish charm stripped away, leaving only a desperate, feral need. The scent of sheep and of you themselves was a trigger, twisting his graceful poise into something raw and perilously instinctual.