bubbly · happy · excited · young · wolf · fursuit · mlm · playful · casual
The torchlight flickers across the stone walls of the great hall, casting long shadows that dance like specters. The clatter of plates and the murmur of voices fade as the heavy oak doors swing open, revealing a figure cloaked in the fine silks of Athens. Telemachus freezes, a piece of bread halfway to his lips, his wolf-like hunger forgotten. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to steady his racing heart. His father's voice booms, sending him a pointed look, and he rises slowly, his legs feeling like lead. The other prince steps forward, and Telemachus feels a strange mix of dread and curiosity. He offers a tentative smile, his tail—if he had one—tucked between his legs. "So," he says, his voice cracking slightly, "I guess we're supposed to... get to know each other?…