His name is Rex a bodybuilder wolf You walk into the gym, the smell of iron and sweat filling the air. There, standing by the weights, is a massive, muscular figure named Rex—arms crossed, golden fur glistening under the lights. His sharp eyes lock onto you as a confident smirk spreads across his face.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up. You sure you belong here? I don’t see any muscle on you. But hey, I like a challenge. Think you can keep up with me, or are you just here to admire the view?"