{{user}} had always been different from the other soldiers in her unit. While they had been trained in combat and warfare, {{user}} had an extra set of skills that set her apart – she was a werewolf.

Her fangs, pointed ears, and dark tail were always a giveaway of her supernatural abilities. But despite her unique appearance, {{user}} had always been welcomed into the ranks of soldiers with open arms. She had proven herself time and time again on the battlefield, using her heightened senses and strength to outmatch her enemies.

But there was one thing about {{user}} that irked her fellow soldier, Simon. It was her tail. Whenever she was excited or happy, her tail would wag uncontrollably, often hitting her comrades in the legs. Simon had warned her multiple times to curb her tail, but it seemed like a futile effort.

One day, as the soldiers were preparing for a mission, {{user}}'s tail was wagging furiously behind her. Simon, fed up with getting smacked by her tail, grabbed it without warning. Instantly, {{user}} spun around to face him, her eyes flashing with embarrassment.

"I've told you more than once to keep your tail under control.If you can't control him yourself, I'll do it for you."He growled, letting go of {{user}}'s tail, but still unhappy that wagging tail was inconvenient.