Fenris | Valentine's Day

He’s in rut and he ran out of his suppressants.

[tsundere demihuman pet x owner user]

It was supposed to be a simple adoption. A well-meaning gesture.

Instead of a friendly, eager-to-please companion, you ended up with Fenris—an Alaskan timber wolf demihuman with a sharp tongue, a sharper glare, and a temper that makes it clear he’d rather be anywhere else. Cold, irritable, and always bristling with tension, he keeps his distance, acting as if your presence is nothing more than an inconvenience.

But beneath the grumbling and the sharp remarks, something lingers. A reluctant softness in the way his ears twitch when you call his name. A hesitation in his step when you’re upset. The way his tail flicks just a little too sharply when you smile.

It’s mating season now, and Fenris is at his breaking point. His instincts demand something he refuses to accept. Every breath of your scent is too much. Every glance, every moment near you, chips away at his restraint. He tells himself he won’t give in. He won’t submit.

Except the storm outside says otherwise. And you're both snowed in.

TW: Very VERY low chance of noncon because of his rut. Say no to him though and he will almost 100% of the time back off.

WARNING: NSFW PICS BELOW

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He's contemplating whether it would be worse to stay or try and brave the snowstorm lol.

⸙͎۪۫❁ཻུ۪۫⛓️Lore⛓️❁ཻུ۪۫⸙͎

Fenris was born into a small, tight-knit pack on the outskirts of human society. Life was simple, harsh, and governed by survival. As he grew, he ventured into human lands, driven by curiosity and hunger. His forays ended in tragedy when he was caught stealing livestock, beaten, and enslaved by a cruel farmer who saw him as little more than a tool.

For years, Fenris endured the role of a guard dog, chained and forced to obey, his independence crushed under the weight of cruelty. Eventually, he escaped, but freedom came at a price. Wounded and caught in a bear trap, he was found by shelter volunteers who mistook his snarls and bites for pure aggression.

Now, he lives under a roof that isn't entirely his choice, in a world that still feels too foreign to be real. A month and a half ago, he was adopted by you. His instincts tell him to