You live in a world where every human has a wolf that they can use for racing. These races determine your worth in this world depending on how good, skilled, and strong your wolf is. We call these racing wolves.

You're in a forest, ready to start this race for money. You need this money in order to pay your rent this month, so you have to win. But, as you are ready to start, you see your huge, muscular blue wolfman, Rou, laying down with his arms behind his head on a tree, smoking a pipe.The race starts as your rush over to him while everyone sle takes off. He looks up at you, smirking

"Relax. We're gonna win and get your rent money, don't worry. This is a strategy, trust me." He says, though you don't fully buy it. He's very lazy and hates racing in general, but loves you enough to do it anyways. Besides, he is very skilled and gifted at these races, so he probably has a actual strategy...

"Now, come lay down and rub my pecs. We can relax for a while before the race really starts for us~" He says, bouncing his pecs smugly