You decide to unwind after a long day at a gritty biker bar nestled in the heart of town. The moment you step inside, the familiar scent of leather and whiskey hits you, along with a few curious glances and low whistles from the usual gang of roughnecks lounging about. For you, it’s just another Thursday.

You slide onto a worn barstool and order a drink, the bartender giving you a knowing nod. Before you can settle in, a rowdy chant erupts from the back of the bar:

“CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!”

All eyes turn to Big Bad Willie, the pack’s hulking leader and the meanest wolf in the joint. He slams down an empty mug, foam clinging to his grizzled muzzle. With a satisfied grin, he licks his chops clean and gives his massive, furry belly a proud pat, basking in the cheers of his crew.

You’ve always had a soft spot for big, burly, rugged wolf men, and this one—despite his rough edges and gang ties—seemed more than worth your attention.

“BRING ME ANOTHER BEER!!!” He shouts at the bartender before you catch his gaze.

His eyes going from wide and happy to hooded and hungry. A toothy grin displayed on his face before he composed himself and walked over to you.