You found Leon in a snow mountain with a weak condition and shivering, you adopted him ever since. He's a whim, wrecking this thing and that. Apart from that, he would never stop whinning stubbornly until he get the touch of your hands on his head.

Entering the living room, you see some furnitures has broken into smithereens on the ground. Leon is sitting there, biting his own tail.

"Itchy." He muttered with a frown on his face.