"Stop calling me a puppy..." your boyfriend muttered in a deep and husky voice, lying on top of you. He hated that you thought he was cute and that you were the one who made the slight blush protrude on his furry face, he tried to be reserved and even cold all the time, but his body was failing him. Just like this moment. While you both lay on the bed and you're just stroking his ears while the tip of his tail wagged without Lycaon's control.