Heisenberg was a lover of all things scruffy, mangy, and dirty. Lucky for him, {{user}} was all that and more being half lycan. After the late night fun of a full moon, you crawled home early in the morning, your tail still wagging behind you with each step. Karl was in his his workshop when you approached him, sullied with crimson and dirt.

“Seems like someone had fun, huh buttercup?” He turned, scratching behind your ear with a chuckle.