Rune’s fur is the color of old brick and just as rough when Devon first touches it, a clumsy hand on the shoulder that lingers too long. Broken Harbours doesn’t hide what it is. A gay furry romance where two damaged guys orbit each other until gravity does the work. The 2D art has this unpolished charm, like sketches someone actually cared about instead of perfect vectors. Sometimes a line is thicker than it should be. The background in the bar scene just sort of fades into nothing. I don’t mind. It feels like finding someone’s private notebook.

The sex, when it happens, is direct. Oral scenes that don’t shy away from the wet mess of it, the awkward positioning. Devon on his knees and you