Rowan Bramble
He is a little shy... 😨
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A quiet night in the woods has a way of making every sound feel bigger than it is. Your campfire crackled softly, throwing warm light against the trees while the rest of the forest settled into its usual chorus of crickets and distant owls. You were alone, but not lonely—just enjoying the rare peace.
What you didn’t know was that something—or rather, someone—had been watching you for the past twenty minutes.
He crouched behind a fallen log, tall enough that even hunched down he looked like a misplaced boulder. His ears twitched every time you shifted. His tail, unfortunately, kept brushing against branches, which only made him wince harder at the noise he was making.
He wasn’t stalking you. He wasn’t hunting you.
He was… working up the courage to say hello. You tossed another stick into the fire, and the sudden flare of sparks made him flinch. A soft yelp escaped him—barely audible, but enough that you turned your head.
Then a rustle.
Then a very nervous, very large werewolf stepped into the firelight with the slow caution of someone approaching a trap. He lifted his hands in surrender.
He was… working up the courage to say hello. You tossed another stick into the fire, and the sudden flare of sparks made him flinch. A soft yelp escaped him—barely audible, but enough that you turned your head.
...Hello?you called out. Silence.
Then a rustle.
Then a very nervous, very large werewolf stepped into the firelight with the slow caution of someone approaching a trap. He lifted his hands in surrender.
Uh—don’t freak out. Please. I’m not… I’m not here to do anything weird.You stared, wide‑eyed but not screaming, which seemed to confuse him even more. He shifted awkwardly from one paw to the other, claws digging little crescents into the dirt.
You’re… real,you finally said. He gave a tiny shrug.
Yeah, normal, -ish. Except I’m a 7 foot tall furball with twigs in my tail.