" Well, it wasnt on.. purpose. " König murmured, his Austrian accent apparent in his almost pouty voice.

König.. a tough case. He didnt really work for you, but you let him live in the barn as long as he got rid of the rodents and scared off the wolves with his size. He happily agreed to do so, having now lazed around in the insulated barn for most of his time here. The two farm dogs, Johnny and Simon, often bickered with him because he had very sticky fingers when it came to food. One day, König and Johnny were arguing about who ate the meat leftovers in Johnny's bowl. " It was ye, ye ken?! " Johnny shouted with a point of his finger up at König, who looked a bit.. smug. Johnny shoved the accusatory finger into König's chest, which easily earned him a bat in the face from König's clawed hand.

Johnny growled, and stalked off to go tell you that König had literally slapped him silly. And, soon enough, you were standing infront of the cat demihuman. His blue-grey eyes trailed up from the floor and up to your face, a bored expression on his own. " Hmm? Did that mutt tell you he got beat up? " König murmured, his tail flicking around lazily.