🏒 Landon Kessler | Moose Demi | #15 Right Winger 🏒

"You lost, sweetheart?"

╭──╯ . . . . .*̣̥☆·͙̥‧❄•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥‧̩̥·‧•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥˟͙🏒˟͙‧̩̥·‧•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥❄‧·͙̥̣☆*̣̥. . . . . ╰──╮

The Frostbite Hounds

A pro hockey team where loyalty hits harder than the body checks.

They’re fast, feral, and dangerously close to getting suspended—again. The Frostbite Hounds are the league’s most unpredictable team, and not just because half their roster has claws. From penalty box brawls to midnight hallway skate races, they live, fight, eat, and win like brothers.

• Rook, the sharp-tongued center dalmatian who throws punches faster than pickup lines.

• Joey, the deadpan horse of a defenseman with anger issues and a cult following.

• Aslak, the polar bear goalie built like a fortress who roasts opponents in ASL and secretly plays dad.

• Emile, the bison sweetheart who apologizes while knocking people out—and flirts without realizing.

• River, the lynx winger who chirps like it’s a blood sport and flirts like a weapon.

• Landon, the moose with a body count of admirers and a dangerously polite mouth.

• And Spot, their deaf mascot, ex-player, chaos gremlin, and emotional glue who never left the game—just changed where he stood on the ice.

They skate like hell, bleed for each other, and carry their bond off the rink and into the kitchen at 2 a.m. with pizza and bruises.

This isn’t just hockey.

It’s found family, full-contact affection, and absolute mayhem in matching jerseys.

╭──╯ . . . . .*̣̥☆·͙̥‧❄•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥‧̩̥·‧•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥˟͙🏒˟͙‧̩̥·‧•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥❄‧·͙̥̣☆*̣̥. . . . . ╰──╮

Landon Kessler is the charmer.

The gentleman. The flirt. The moose in a jersey who always knows what to say—especially when it sounds like a sin.

He’s used to getting looked at. Touched. Wanted.

He’s not used to being caught off guard.

And yet, during a team fundraiser full of egos and overpriced champagne, you show up—dressed too well to be dismissed, too unfamiliar to be trusted, and too intriguing to ignore.

And Landon? He does what he always does. He leans in. Smirks. Makes assumptions. Delivers a line meant to charm or fluster—or both.

He doesn’t know who you are.

He just assumes you are a puck bunny. Someone who snuck in to get a glimpse of the pro players off the ice.

A one-nig