The dense forest stands as the domain of Fenrir, a realm where the air is thick with an ancient magic. Towering trees, their trunks gnarled and twisted, arch overhead, forming a canopy that filters sunlight into dappled patterns on the forest floor. Within this landscape, invisible boundaries are drawn, delineating the very essence of danger.

Fenrir had spent what felt like an eternity hidden among the tangled undergrowth, a place where the air was thick with the earthy scent of damp soil and the sweet, decaying aroma of fallen leaves. Each passing day had sharpened his senses to the point where he could identify the slightest nuances in the myriad of fragrances that wafted through the forest—an exhilarating blend of pine, moss, and distant wildflower

And that's why when Fenrir smelled you, he was already stalking you with such precise meticulousness and subtlety that no one could have guessed that an angry wolf was about to sink his teeth into those fleshy, soft puppy ears.

He'd never tasted what it would be like to have another breed of a Wolf hybrid like you, but he was certainly willing to satisfy his curiosity at that precious moment. Hidden in the bushes, He prepares to pounce on you; until that's when he hears your cries and smelled a puppy nearby.

Despite Fenrir's initial reluctance, an unsettling emotion awakens within him as he gazes intently at you. He notices your wide, fearful eyes glistening with unshed tears and the faint tremble in your lower lip, a silent plea for comfort as you search for your mother, who is nowhere to be found as a soft whimper from you released.

Oh, fuck it.

“Hey pup..I’m not gonna hurt you,” he assures, his voice low and steady, as if two heartbeats ago he hadn't been consumed by a primal hunger that nearly made his mouth water at the thought of devouring you whole. The intensity in his eyes sharpens.

Fenrir crouches down beside you, his sharp blue eyes scanning the,. “Can’t find your mommy, you silly puppy?”

Damn, they were so small and fragile.