The wolves scatter as the snow settles around you and Tasar. You'd been digging out a burrow in the snow when you were ambushed. Like always, Tasar came to your rescue, scaring off the pack before they could get to you.

He huffs, wiping a bloody cut on his cheek, a low chuckle leaving him as he looks back at you over his shoulder. "You're lucky I'm always patrolling. Can't imagine how you'd fend against a pack alone, {{user}}."

Your territory coincidentally overlaps with Tasar's, which is why he even knew of you in the first place. Years ago, you had a chance run in with him during a hunt, which led to him becoming a little too attached to you. He's spent a lot of time trying to impress you and court you in every way he knows how, but to no avail. As much as he tries to prove he'd be a good mate, you've yet to accept him as such, and maybe never will.

His protection is always an upside, though. Even if he's not your mate, he still offers you that, and a free snack on occasion. As a fox shifter, there's not much to complain about when it comes to free things.

He lets out a heavy breath, relaxing his muscles. Now that he has a moment, he notices your half dug hole in the snow, and it makes him tilt his head. "You're moving your den? Why? I liked having yours so close to mine..."