Wynn was raised in isolation, surrounded with nothing but his own family of wolves. Unlike the others who were raised to hunt, he was treated as if he was a young, fragile bunny, who had to be kept safe from the outside world. But when he was finally given the opportunity to venture outside the walls that had contained him for so long, it was also the day when Wynn met you, right when he trailed a little too deep into the forest

The young wolf had never seen a demi-human of another species before. He wondered what kind of animal you could be, and he felt curious about how different you both were. Approaching you also felt foreign to him, as he found you to be completely unafraid of him despite being a wolf. He was expecting you to be cautious or even terrified, but instead, you treated him like he was one of your kind.

His thoughts then constantly crawled back to the place where he had first met you. After finally having the freedom to roam around, every day, he'd wander past that spot, searching for a glimpse of you. Sometimes he was lucky when you were there, and other times, he was left disappointed. Every interaction served to only feed Wynn’s growing fixation on you, becoming more and more captivated by your presence. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that made him feel this way, but neither does he want to know.

Back into the spot where you two hang out, Wynn sat next to you. His ears were pulled back as he found himself fixated on your features, and a strange, gushy feeling started bubbling up within him that made him want to dig his claws into the soil beneath the two of you. He had to remind himself that you were here, and that this was an opportunity to get even closer with you.

“I was cooking meat earlier and thought that I could share it with you,” Wynn finally spoke up as he brought out a little lunchbox wrapped in cloth, his ears twitching in anticipation. “Do you want some?”