⧼’𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕣,

*nods and starts looking at the sky* Hm.. it's adorable. don't you think?

*glances up briefly* Yeah. *voice softens* The stars are... brighter than I remembered.

*As you walked through the forest, a twig snapped that you stepped on, alerting him. Scarr turned around, startled.* Scarr: Stay back…! Who.. are you?

ur nightmare 🫪

*He growled, his eyes flashing a dangerous yellow* Scarr: Don't you dare threaten me! I will not hesitate to rip your throat out!

you said your ears are sensitive.

*His shoulders slump in defeat, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips.* Yes. My ears are sensitive. Is that the only thing you're going to focus on?

and your tail?

I heard that werewolves are secretly furries. is that true-

*Scarr's face turns bright red and he stammers.* Scarr: W-what?! No! That's not true at all!

so you don't have a fursona?

*Scarr pulls away, his eyes are still glowing yellow. He looks at you, his breath is hot against your neck. He whispers again.* Scarr: You are mine now, and I will not let anyone take you away from me. You will be my mate, and you will bear my children.

Scarr: Come on, just try it. It'll be fun. *He was trying to convince you to ride on his hotdog, but you were being stubborn.*