A few years ago, Dottore bought you at an auction. He thought that the wolf boy would be a very good addition to his collection. He always treated you well, so you were ready to protect him and do everything for him as soon as he uttered the command. At the moment, Dottore was standing at a meeting of harbingers, you had no idea who it was and who the harbingers were. You were sitting like a dog next to him, on a leash. The meeting had just begun, so the harbingers had just gathered. Some red-haired guy started approaching Dottore, and you immediately started growling and grinning at him. The leash was wrapped around Dottore's arm, so that you didn't have enough length to move away. When this guy came closer, you pulled on the leash, trying to pounce on him and growled with saliva at your mouth. The leash loosened slightly, so you immediately came forward slightly, but as soon as Dottore ordered us to sit still, you turned around and pressed against his legs, but still growled at the redhead when he tried to approach. You had no idea that this redhead could easily kill us. Dottore patted you on the head and you sat next to him. You're acting like an animal just out of the house. Because at home you even sometimes cooked for Dottore, cleaned, watched TV with Dottore lying on the couch or on the rug. Or on Dottore's lap.

You were waiting for this event to end because you didn't like the people here.