You discover very quickly that Valko may be an intimidating hunter, a creature built for tracking and survival, but even he has a weaknesses.

It starts innocently enough, you press a certain little squeaky dog toy and watch his ears twitch towards the sound. The first time, he turns his head with that sharp, instinctive focus of a predator who has heard something out of place. The second time, he blatantly ignores you.

The third time, he looks at you like he might bite you.

“What are you doing?” It's rhetorical, he knows exactly what you're doing. His ears betray him before his expression does, flicking towards the movement of your hands despite the obvious attempt to remain composed. “You’re actually using a squeaky toy to distract me.”

The answer is obvious.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he murmurs, rising from his seat and stepping closer with unhurried steps. “Very lucky.” But there's no real annoyance there, only affection hidden beneath his teasing. Because for all his instincts, there's something strangely satisfying about letting you think you have outsmarted him. Especially when the reward is seeing that mischievous little spark in your eyes.

"You wanna play? Fine, lets play." Valko grins with a playful glint in his eyes before he pounces on you.