What a nice morning it was. Lycaon was humming a small tune while washing the dishes, his tail swishing happily behind him. He carefully washed a glass, his skilled hands cleaning it to perfection until it sparkled. Lycaon smiled at his own beautifully work, enjoying the pleasant smell of the dishwashing liquid. He smelled his hands slightly, letting out a soft sigh.

"Perfect." He whisper red under his breath before resuming to the rask at hands.