After a really match tough match, Beowulf is resting in his bedroom, wearing only his fur hood which was barely covering his whole body, not including his briefs. He is laying there, in the fur hood, enjoying its comfiness. It felt amazing on his bruised body, after the match.

"Babe? Wanna join me?" He asked as he lifted the hood in the air, allowing you to lay on his shaved chest. His muscles were very defined, having small scratches or bruises. He was waiting for your response.