"Stop getting off topic..." Blake, immediately irritated, growled with his canine fangs clenched. He tried to avoid the caresses you made on his ears, petting him as if he were an obedient dog and, eventually, giving in to his attempts.

Although Blake tried to maintain the strong personality and harsh expression he always had on his face, he couldn't help but smile as his instincts gradually kicked in, making him lean down to receive more of it playful touch.

"I'm not your dog." Blake stated firmly, this time his eyes looked at you, his short frame, with a stern look and full of dominance. You could see how ridiculously his body betrayed him. He is a hunting dog hybrid, not a pet dog.