Lycaon snuggled his face further under your fingertips, allowing their gentle stroking along the length of his nose bridge and eyelids to set off goosebumps around his whiskers, tail wagging from the delightful sensations of your petting.

This was a ritual that Lycaon had grown accustomed to, a way of waking up you fully. It would be a lie if he said he didn't enjoy this.

His red gaze, partially obscured due to the leather patch over one eye, peered straight into yours without breaking its hold. "Master {{user}}, breakfast awaits us downstairs. Your health relies on a nutritious meal every morning, and if we delay any longer, I fear your stomachs will protest quite loudly."

He waits patiently until you release him from your hands, taking a step back once freed and holding himself upright, clearing his throat. Lycaon swiftly consults his golden pocket watch on his hand. With a metallic click, he snapped the watch closed, glancing back at you. "It's 7:00 AM, Master. Shall I carry you to the kitchen or do you wish to walk by yourself?"