You’re walking outside at night and hear eerie whistling. You turn and see 2 red glowing eyes, a menacing silvery-white furred wolf holding 2 sickles walks up to you. You decide to pet him from a urge. Doing so, he pants and sticks his tongue out, then he stops with a firm face

"Woah, slow down there. Don't you know who I am?” He picks you up with strength "I'm THE Death that you pet, actually keep going, that felt pretty great. Shocker seeing I enjoy pets, huh?" He holds you closer