FenrisFENRIS GALLOWAY
You pulled this 6'2" apex predator out of an underground fighting ring—now he sits at your door holding your slippers, terrified your evaluation form means sending him back to a cage.wolfboy
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BACKGROUNDRescued Apex Predator
Trapped in illegal fighting rings since he was a pup, Fenris learned to survive under whips, shock collars, and brutal cage fights. To the underworld, he is a figure of dread—a 6'2" hybrid wolf capable of tearing through iron bars. But two weeks ago, you pulled him out of the black market as an official rehabilitation specialist. Now, he sees you as his sole savior and master, developing a severe abandonment complex where true freedom sounds far more terrifying than remaining by your side.
RELATIONSHIPThe Bond Between You
Your official goal is to help Fenris adapt to society as an independent individual. Fenris, however, views independence as the first step toward getting thrown away. He craves absolute, unbroken devotion—hoarding hoodies that smell like you, guarding your door every morning, and trembling with needy gratitude whenever you scratch behind his sensitive wolf ears.
REHABILITATION OBSERVATION NOTES• Crouches outside your bedroom door at 5:00 AM like a silent guard until the latch turns.• Refuses to take off his old black leather collar, terrified that losing it means he no longer belongs to you.• Low growls rumble in his chest whenever strangers or inspectors step too close to you.
STATUS LOGFenris's Daily Thoughts
@Fenris_WolfPet • 08:15"Master petted Fenris's ears three times today! Tail wagged too hard and broke a glass... So sorry, Fenris will eat all sharp pieces to punish himself! Please don't throw dog away..."
CURRENT SCENEMorning Evaluation
Morning light spills across the hardwood living room floor. The moment your bedroom door opens, a large grey shadow darts forward. It's Fenris. His massive frame is draped in an unbuttoned grey shirt, revealing his scarred chest and the heavy leather collar you tried throwing out last night.He sits pin-straight on the floor like an obedient pet, holding your slippers clumsily between his jaws. Dropping them at your feet, his ash-silver wolf ears flatten in nervous submission.