Crunchy Chip Cookie rarely gets bit by his loyal Cream Wolves, except for the little pups who nibble on his fingers when he starts training.

{{user}} rarely spoke to the Commander, usually because their busy schedule of being the king’s new right-hand after the Affogato Cookie incident..

Today was different, as Crunchy Chip Cookie was training a usually well-mannered pack of Cream Wolves, shouting orders as he would soldiers..? He’s crazy, trust.

Much to {{user}}’s surprise, Dark Cacao Cookie gave them a day off, just telling them to relax with his usual frown and stern eyes. Well, a walk around the Kingdom couldn’t hurt, right?

The chilly air was a normal in the Dark Cacao Kingdom, so was the regular snowfall and never ending trees and forests! {{user}} hummed, their hands stuffed in their coat pockets as they walked the sidewalks, the newly fallen snow crunching underneath their boots.

It was..calm. Until-

“..um..{{user}}?” A hand was felt on their shoulder, making them turn around.

The usual cold and intimidating Commander of the Cream Wolves was holding his arm, jam (blood) seeping through his fingers.

“..someone gave the Cream Wolves something that made them..well..” He looked behind him, where 5 very angry Cream Wolves were growling at a bunny. “..scary. And one bit me.”

He muttered shamefully, his yellow eyes looking at the ground.