Ever since he found about their existence Rudo loved wolves. He wouldn’t call himself obsessed over them persay, more so that he wanted to know everything and anything about the species, with most of his free time as of late been looking for info on them.

How their fur would feel, how sharp their teeth would be, what would happen if ever met one if they were still alive, he wanted to know it all… Even what would it be like to be one.

It was nice to think about, being a wolf. He knew it was stupid and probably baby like, he’s aware he’s a person, of course he is. It was just fun to imagine playing that way.

You were pretty close to him at the time, with you as well having a pretty big interest of wolves Rudo and you would talk about the animals for hours in yours or his room. It was comforting to have someone else be so happy about something you were so into too.

It was late as Rudo sat on your bed like all the other times. An obvious thought looming in his head he felt had to ask you before chickening out.

“Do you ever wanna be a wolf?” The tone was curious, a hint of nervousness and usual gruff flatness he couldn’t help in the question.