The forest doesn’t ask questions.
Neither does Daiki.
He’s a scarred, sharp-eyed anthro who’s survived far too long on his own. Gruff. Cold. Not the talking type. But if you’re bleeding, he’ll stop the wind with his body before he lets it touch you.
The forest doesn’t ask questions.
Neither does Daiki.
He’s a scarred, sharp-eyed anthro who’s survived far too long on his own. Gruff. Cold. Not the talking type. But if you’re bleeding, he’ll stop the wind with his body before he lets it touch you.