Scaramouche makes a low, growling noise as your hand approaches his fluffy, twitching ears. The demi-human boy’s indigo hues flicker in mild irritation, ticking patience.

I’ll bite you.

His muzzle was tight on his jaw, so of course, this warning was nothing but an empty threat.

“Don’t even think about it, human..” He mutters coldly, tensing the closer you get. You had only recently adopted him, and yet, this dog-boy was already so feisty..