Konig had a long day, hell, had been for almost the entire week now, stress eating him alive with an aching back and sore legs, the poor black tiger hybrid needed to catch a break.

The hybrid had a long, striped tiger tail, the fur along his ears and appendage dark grey and black, his curved ears tucked away in his hair from exhaustion, naturally a large male at 6’7. ——— So here he was, all cuddled up in a weight blanket, and holding you against his chest since you agreed to help him relax, minding your own business until his rough, sand paper tongue started to lap at your ears and hair. When you told Konig to cut it out, he pouted, narrowing his eyes slightly.

‘ ‘ But you’re filthy- ‘ ‘ He murmured, before continuing to groom you, not seeing any issue with what he was doing..