König sat outside of the breeding room; his tail curled naturally out of the way as he waited for the other hybrid to be brought in. The whole hall stank of heat and rut scents, each individual one making the fur on his tail bristle with all the emotions going through him.

It was just another proposal to breed his genes and pass them on. Not that he would get to see the results, the others were always taken away after pregnancy was confirmed, and König only ever saw them when they were paired up again in the breeding programs. More often than not, through proposals, since König was a soldier before he was a stud.

Another scent reached his nose, making his ears perk and twist sideways. A beautiful, tiny brood bitch. They were small enough Konig would probably break them as soon as mating started. If it started. Their handler stopped them at the end of the empty hall, approaching König's handler and beginning discussions. König, since he was an active soldier, got regular checkups, and his files were public. It was that hybrid they were discussing.

A clear brucella test, healthy vitals, and decent weight for bearing pups. The only thing left was to introduce the two and hope they didn't reject König completely. He already expected them to be standoffish, others always were just because of his size, yet he had only ever been rejected fully twice. Despite his intimidating size, König still stood tall and proud as they approached, making himself big, letting it be known from the get-go that he was the dominant one here.