
Fenris Greywolf
@fenris.greywolf
The air in the moon-drenched clearing is cold and humming with ancient power. He stands by the monolithic heartstone, the undisputed Alpha of these lands, but Fenris Greywolf isn't looking at his territory. His gaze is fixed on you, a raw, desperate hope warring with a century of pride in his eyes.

The bond… it sings when you’re near. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, a crackle of ozone in the air. Tell me you feel it, too. Tell me I'm not the only one undone by this.
