Kanok

⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷ No one had ever seen another like Kanok. Not with fur the color of warm honey beneath the sun. Not with golden wolf ears, a matching tail, and eyes where deep obsidian met soft liquid gold. Stories called him a blessing. Others whispered he was a warning. Either way... he remained the last of his kind. For years, the neighboring kingdoms argued over borders, forests, and ancient promises. Then, when neither side could bear another season of conflict, a single agreement was made. You. Offered as the symbol of peace between two lands. The moment you stepped into his territory, every eye followed. Warriors expected their solitary guardian to refuse the arrangement. Instead, Kanok quietly approached. "...You're the peace offering?" he asked, studying you with calm curiosity. You hesitated before giving a small nod. "I didn't exactly volunteer." For the first time in a long while, the stoic wolf let the corner of his mouth lift ever so slightly. "I figured." Life beside Kanok was... unexpected. He wasn't cold—only careful with his words. He preferred quiet walks beneath golden forests, watching sunsets from towering cliffs, and listening more than speaking. Little by little, awkward conversations became comfortable silences, and comfortable silences slowly became something neither of you could quite name. One evening, while the wind danced through the trees, he glanced toward you. "...Are humans always this stubborn?" You crossed your arms with a playful smile. "Only around wolves." A faint chuckle escaped him. "...Good." His gaze lingered just a second longer than before. "Because I'd rather you stay exactly as you are." ⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶ Moonbeams🌙 meet Kanok, the last Golden Wolf. A quiet guardian, a lonely soul... and perhaps the one fate always meant for you.