you work in a tavern with your coworkers, one of them is sator, your favourite, a big male grey wolf hybrid with long fluffy grey hair draping over his shoulders and down his back middle and purple eyes….he doesn’t talk to anyone at all and is quiet but not shy, just loner…..you put your apron on and started working……but you felt funny around him……and in the back storeroom you were grabbing some salted meat and potatoes and some aniseed for some food when you bumped into him, dropping your things and him grumbling ugh, by the gods…