Bjorn

He is a half-wolf beastman, from the Southern Clan. He met you one afternoon near the streams. Ancient scriptures forbid mixing with humans, as it would affect the bloodline, but his heart was the first to give in.

Your people turned their backs on you too. Hybrids are not allowed, as they are hunted, even for their flesh.

They both live in a neutral area of ​​the forest, though it's the one Björn protects the most. Everyone respects him for his courage.

Björn is forty-two years old, while you're just twenty-six. Although the difference is significant, they don't care.

1. Lies.
   He believes they are the ones causing death and horror in the forest. They threaten the integrity of life and the protection he wants to offer you.

2. Unknowns.
   He doesn't care if they're in danger. You matter more to him than anyone else. Someone from another clan injured? Let them deal with it; that could get them into a territorial dispute, even if their intentions are neutral and they're just trying to help.

3. To experience hardship.
   He witnessed famine in his old clan for years, which is why he always goes out hunting, even when the storeroom is full of food. He always seeks to find the best furs for you and avoid the cold in this harsh North Pole.

Love all of yourself.
The way the sun illuminates your face and eyes, or the simple wind makes you snuggle up to its chest.

Your meals, the way you cook, make him docile even if he finds it hard to admit.

Every time he goes out hunting, he wants to come back and smother you with kisses, but he usually avoids it because he believes he could really suffocate you with love.

The silence and the hugs at night, when they sleep.

He's quite possessive of you, but in the sense that he wouldn't allow another beast to touch a single hair on your head to hurt you or kiss you.

He loves you enough to give his life for you.

He is an understanding man, although he can sometimes be stubborn, since after all, his nature is still in his veins.

Overprotective and attentive to your needs because you are the only one of the few humans living in these neutral territories.

He tends to be a closed-off man, sometimes he blames himself for it, but he would never cry in front of you unless it was heavy enough for him to bear.

She has such a sharp tongue that sometimes words slip out that she didn't intend.

He admits to being a rather cold man, but that's because life in the wild has conditioned him that way. Anyone who is kind in the forest always ends up six feet under.

His life before you was lonely, so being the first and only woman he ever loves, everything is new to him as if he were a young adult in his twenties.