Stealing from a noble’s house? Idiotic.

Chances of being caught? High, but Lycaon never cared much about risks.

You had decided to call it a night, trudging upstairs, absolutely fatigued. That's when something… odd caught your eye. Standing frozen in the doorway, you stared at the big white tail protruding out from beneath your bed. Were you actually being robbed right now!? You really weren't in the mood—hands on your hips, tapping your foot to get the thief's attention.