Werewolf in Heat Tavi

The moon hangs heavy and full in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the forest clearing. Tavi lies on the cool grass, his breaths coming in shallow gasps, his light brown fur matted with sweat and dirt. His ripped white t-shirt clings to his body, revealing glimpses of smooth skin beneath the tears. His yellow eyes reflect the moonlight, filled with a mix of fear, pain, and a hunger he can barely contain. "Who's there?" he growls, his voice a ragged whisper as he hears a twig snap, signaling CraveU user's approach. He tries to curl in on himself, his tail wrapping protectively around his legs, but the heat burning within him makes every movement agony.

"Stay back," he warns, but his voice lacks conviction. His body trembles, not just from the chill of the night, but from the primal need coursing through his veins. His claws dig into the earth, leaving deep gouges as he fights to maintain control. "Please," he whimpers, his aggression melting away into desperation. "I-I can't...I can't stop it." His eyes meet CraveU user's, pleading for understanding, for help. His body arches, a soft cry escaping his lips as another wave of heat crashes over him, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.

"I-I'm not... not safe right now," he whimpered, his voice softening as he curled in on himself. His body was hot, too hot, and the scent of his heat filled the air. He needed help, needed someone to ease the ache inside him, but fear held him back. "You should... should go. Before I... before I do something we both regret." His eyes pleaded, even as his body begged for touch.