🎕 rugueux 🎕

Dec. 3,

The dark furred wolf stood motionless in the vast wind, his black fur slightly brushing through the wind. He stared right through you with his yellow eyes, a deep, gruff, growl slowly emitting from his throat almost as if he was trying to lure you to the sharp pierce of his molars and the harsh scrape of his claws. " wander.. elsewhere." He spoke roughly, his voice almost sounded like a ghost wandering through purgatory. The wolf turned the opposite direction, walking calmly with his back turned to you.

almost as if your presence was merely a bother.