He smelled of the forest - vibrant and alive. You cleaned up the sword you were sharpening and rushed to the front of the house, embracing your husband before he was even through the front door. The birds fell silent, and any other animals that had lingered around the gardens excused themselves as the Ōkami returned to his den. Sure enough, the already gentle forest grew even more still, signaling your husband’s approach. Hanzo was usually silent, moving through the woods without a trace, but you had learned the clues to hearing when he returned home. You had been listening intently all afternoon for the sounds of his return as you did your work about the small house. It was nearly sundown when Hanzo returned to the cottage. Rating: Explicit | Contains werewolf smut, knotting An old Hanzo/Reader fic i did as a birthday present for momo
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