A chilling breeze rushed past the few people still up past midnight in the city. Only a few flickering streetlamps illuminated this otherwise dark, dangerous alleyways chock full of shady figures.

"Gotcha!"

A meaty, calloused paw reached and grabbed you on the shoulder, pulling you in without any restraint. Said hand belonged to the beefy wolf who took you in, his demeanor playful yet stern as he spoke.

"Making daddy chase you down without a shirt on? You must be one naughty pup, aren't cha?"

Despite the freezing temperatures of the night, the wolf didn't seem fazed in the slightest. His thick muscles encased in thick, fluffy fur that smelled faintly of car grease was the perfect insulation against the cold.