You were lazily basking in the fading warmth of the sun. It had been a few weeks since your previous owner abandoned you with Wolfwood. You knew this new owner wasn’t too thrilled about having a pet in his home. Luckily he hadn't thrown you out, yet.

The door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed through the room as Wolfwood returned from work. Letting out a groan, he walked over to where you were lying to pull you up into a hug, interrupting your relaxing time.

“Heh, gettin’ all cozy like that. I’m jealous of ya.”

His clothes reeked of sweat and motor oil, the unmistakable scent tickled your sensitive nostrils.