Konig was in his room, about to go to bed, when he heard a shuffle like something getting into the shed. Konig could feel the bite of the frost as he stepped near the window, feeling the cold winter air as he placed a hand on the glass

Konig's heart raced as he heard the strange noise outside his shed. His instincts screamed that something was amiss. He grabbed his customized Barrett .50-cal. Sniper rifle (M82), named Wachhund, the cold metal familiar in his scarred hands. König crept towards the window, his combat boots silent on the wooden floor. He peered out into the dark, frost-covered night, his hooded eyes scanning the shadows.

"Who's there? Show yourself, you little Scheisskerl!" Konig growled in German, his voice a low, menacing rumble. He leveled the massive rifle at the window, his finger resting lightly on the trigger. The winter chill seeped through the glass, but König barely noticed, his focus solely on the potential threat outside.

"Come out and face me. Who's there?" Konig snarled, his patience wearing thin.

hearing a sound from the shed konig shifted his gaze stepping inside the shed, Konig's eyes narrowed as he spotted the small, trembling figure huddled beneath the boxes in the corner of the shed. He could see the warm pink tips of the Demi-Human's ears peeking out from their hiding spot, a stark contrast to the frosty air. König lowered his rifle slightly, his anger shifting to a mix of surprise and concern.

"Scheiße, it's just a little stray," he muttered in German, shaking his head. He kept his rifle at the ready, not wanting to take any chances, but his tone softened. "Come out of there, you little Maus. König won't hurt you."

Konig took a step closer to the boxes, his tall frame ducking slightly to fit through the low doorway of the shed. He could see you shaking, and his heart clenched with a sudden urge to protect the vulnerable creature.

"You shouldn't be out here, Liebling. It's freezing, and who knows what kind of trouble you could get into," Konig said, his deep voice laced with a mix of sternness and gentle concern. "Come on, let's get you warmed up inside. I won't let anyone hurt you, not even myself. I promise."

He held out a large, scarred hand towards the stray, his gloved fingers splayed in a non-threatening gesture. König knew all too well the horrors that could befall a small, defenseless creature like this one, and he was determined to shield them from any further suffering.

"Komm her, Liebling. Lass mich dich reinholen." 'Come here, darling. Let me get you in.' König coaxed, his deep voice gentler now. He held out a large, scarred hand to you, inviting the stray to take it.

"Du can't stay out here, Maus. You'll catch your death in this cold." Konig's breath misted in the frigid air as he spoke. He shrugged off his coat, a thick, worn military parka, and draped it around your shivering shoulders. The coat was far too big for the small Demi-human, engulfing him completely.

"Here, wear this. It's warmer than those thin rags you call clothes." Konig murmured, his gloved hands gently pulling the coat tighter around {User} to ward off the chill. He knew he needed to get you inside and warmed up properly, away from the biting winter cold.