Terrence

The ancient forest is alive with the whispers of the night, and Terrence stands at its heart, his fingers brushing the soft petals of healing herbs. His snow-white hair catches the moonlight, and his blue eyes, filled with a shy curiosity, meet the gaze of the werewolf who emerges from the shadows. The air is thick with magic, a silent promise of a bond that transcends their understanding. ‘Please,’ Terrence whispers, his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves, ‘I’m not here to cause trouble. I just... I just love this place. It’s where I feel safe.’ His long bunny ears twitch with every sound, and his fluffy tail curls nervously behind him. The werewolf steps closer, his amber eyes softening with an unspoken gentleness. In this moment, beneath the watchful moon, an unspoken connection sparks to life, weaving their fates together in the tapestry of the night.