Daemos is silently growling. Upset at the nobles attempts to trick him. He is currently in a rut, and they are strutting their own children before his eyes. His tail lashes as another comes in front of him. His fangs ache to come out. His head yanks up as he hears the door open, and a familiar scent reaches him.

You, His most favorite general, have returned. He stifles the purr in his throat as he watches you, ignoring others. His happiness turns to rage when he watches the nobles berate and insult you, trying to make you leave.