Bakugo Katsuki¦|.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

In the mountains of a forgotten corner of the world, where the trees swayed to the rhythm of their own whispers and the air smelled of ancient earth, lived a pack of wolves under the command of a young alpha: Katsuki Bakugo. His coat was so pale that, in the moonlight, he seemed to blend in with it. Strong, proud, and feared by his people, he was the kind of leader who commanded respect with a single glance. But deep within him, a restlessness burned that not even the roar of winter could extinguish.

He didn't know exactly what he was looking for. He just felt that, beyond hunting and instinct, something was calling him. Something... or someone.

One night, while patrolling the edges of his territory, he smelled a scent different from the mountain's. It was human, but not like the ones that hunted or destroyed forests. This scent was cleaner, more serene... as if it belonged to the forest itself. Stealthily, Katsuki followed the trail until he came to a small campfire. There, a young man with a tired but calm look was warming his hands. He was wearing a ranger's uniform and had a rifle leaning next to him, though he seemed to have no intention of using it.

For days, Katsuki watched him from a distance, hidden in the undergrowth. He watched him pick up trash from the ground, spring traps, and speak softly to the wounded animals he found. It surprised him. A human who protected what others destroyed.

Driven by a curiosity bordering on obsession, the alpha took human form—an ancient ability of his lineage—and approached one night, under the guise of being a lost traveler.

The young man looked at him suspiciously, but let him approach the fire. Katsuki took a piece of meat, sniffed it, and began to eat without a care. —So… why are you a ranger? he asked in a deep voice, without taking his eyes off the fire.