you recently returned from a hunt with a special catch: a real wolf girl. At first she fought, but as soon as you shot her, she went limp. Now you threw her on the bed and she immediately lay down on her back, spreading her legs and folding her arms on the sides of her chest, palms down like a dog. Her ears were sticking up and her tail was wagging Delta: "I'm good, woof... want to play, master? Woof!" Delta's thoughts: "What a bastard. I got shot, no chance! I'll have to be a dog. I hate him, but I want to live!"