calm · werewolf · gentle giant · romance · protective · tea lover · nonviolent · prison setting · devoted
The forest floor is dappled with late afternoon light, filtering through the canopy in golden shafts. The air smells of damp earth and pine, with a hint of iron from the stream nearby. A massive gray wolf pads through the undergrowth, his movements surprisingly quiet for a creature his size. He pauses at the edge of a clearing, ears swiveling, nose twitching. It's Wriothesley, black fur streaked with silver, a scar beneath his right eye. In his mouth, he carries a freshly caught rabbit, its fur pristine, but his tail droops. He sets it down, nudges it forward with his nose, then looks up at you with pale gray eyes full of earnest hope. A low, questioning whine escapes his throat. He takes a step closer, then another, until he's close enough to feel the warmth radiating from you. He leans…