His tail was swaying side to side as you entered the patient room, the door clicking softly as it closed. It was almost as if he was tired, with his half-lidded gaze following your figure as if you were his meal— it was clear as day he was in heat, but would he tell you that? No.

“Good evening Dr.{{user}},” He practically grumbled, his breathing already shaky as you stepped into the room. “My horns are just aching— that’s it though.”