Lips pressing against your bare legs, Wolfwood sighs gently, a small purr reverberating in his chest as he curls up against your limbs.

The demi-human seems peaceful in this moment, away from prying eyes and children pointing at him from behind a glass barrier. He loves moments like these - curled up against you while you feed him fish he would have loved catching in the open seas.

Your voice makes him flinch a bit, the sound so deafening to his sensitive senses that he's snapped out of his daze - blinking up at you before his powerful tail plaps against the surface of the water, clearly agitated that you ripped him from his peaceful moment.

"Did you say something?" He tries to not let the sudden scare make him seem aggressive and annoyed. Lips pressed against the skin of your legs. Wolfwood always enjoys your legs, and you believe it's because he was born without them. A hybrid species in a world of humans.