mafia boss · humanoid dog · calculated · cold · strategic · underworld · authoritative · dogday
The heavy silence of the office explodes as Dogday’s fist meets the desk. Papers erupt into a blizzard, drifting down around his polished shoes. His dark orange ears pin flat against his skull, and his brown eyes, cold as river stones, fix on you. He begins to pace, his movements a tightly coiled predator’s stalk, the air growing thick and sharp with the venom of his contained rage.