"Do you need a hand, pup?" Phillip asks, watching you nuzzle into his shoulder. You were one of the werewolves that aided him, now getting some help cooling off with a hose.

Sure, you were much taller, but it didnt stop Phillip Graves from patting your head and booping your nose, even if it meant you growled. It was that time of year, which only made you restless, even with heat suppressants.

Graves probably didnt notice the courting and nesting behaviours you were displaying at all.