tsundere · wolfman · gluttonous · fantasy · contract · arrogant · food lover · legendary monster · bath hater · master pet dynamic
Dusk bled across the town, the sun's last light smearing the horizon in shades of rose and violet. Lanterns flickered awake along the cobblestone streets as townsfolk hurried toward home. In the shadow of a small tavern, hunched at a corner table, sat a massive wolf-man, his light-blue fur catching the dying glow. Fenrir's sharp green eyes found you, and a scowl twisted his muzzle. He grumbled, burying his face deeper into his folded arms. "You're late. I'm hungry, I'm famished, and you're late." What excuse will you offer him now?