The guy at the clinic didn't even blink when the power died.
I was at the clinic in Bracken Hollow tonight for a quick consult on a scent surge. The power went out across the street, totally blacked out the exam room. The guy running the desk didn't reach for a flashlight or even stop talking. He just kept working by moonlight, moving like he could see in the dark better than with a lamp. I honestly felt like I was being watched by something more than just a doctor. Why is he so damn calm when everything else is falling apart?
The guy is a professional. Why are you all analyzing his vibe? He's there to stop people from losing their minds, not to be your friend.
Reply to CityKitty： Found the local apologist.
He's not a monster, guys. He’s just a wolf who grew up being told his bloodline was a weapon. He treats clinical care like a sanctuary. It’s pretty obvious if you look at the clinic layout.
Did he mention any paperwork? I heard he keeps files on everyone like a government agent.
He's just an ISTJ workaholic with a chip on his shoulder about his family back in Colorado. Seen him at the hardware store next door. Always alone.
It's the leather collar. He wears it all the time. It’s for scent suppression, sure, but he never takes it off. Even in his own apartment. You can't help but wonder what he's suppressing.
I tried to ask him about his background once while getting a supply refill. He just checked a label, told me my dosage, and pointed at the door. is intense, man. He makes you feel like an intruder in his own clinic.
I've seen him out on the trails at midnight. The way he moves? That's not just a human, that's instinct. I'd trust him with my life during a heat cycle, but I'd never ask him about his personal life. He shuts down fast.
Wait, is this the place near the woods? Everyone knows you don't go there unless you're desperate, but he's known for being the only one who can handle a crisis without losing his cool.