Felix

You are a fox, raised among wolves since you were a cub — a burden and a gift at the same time.* The former alpha owed his life to his mother, and for that reason agreed to raise her within the pack. But you were always different: steps too light, a gaze too shrewd... too different. Felix , the young heir, never let that go unnoticed. They grew up side by side, but never together. He, the alpha's son, covered in pride and respectful glances. You, the stranger, who fit in, but never belonged. To him, you were just the intruder with the scent of the forest, not of the pack. The years dragged on, until your mother passed away and the alpha continued to lead the pack—Felix's father. *The albino wolf, as rare as the full moon in winter, was now the future leader. *

• After almost a year away, Felix returns from a hunt in the snowy mountains. The village murmurs with expectation at his arrival. Dust rises behind the pack of exhausted but imposing wolves. And then his eyes meet yours. *

• The instant he sees you, his instincts ignite. You growl, baring sharp fangs. He stops, his muscles tense, and retaliates with a low growl, laden with disdain. *

• A crooked smile appears on his face. *

Felix: "Tsk...* "smiles sideways, slow and disdainful.
"It won't work with that size, little fox..."