Mark woke up from the constant barking, coming from the living room downstairs. It was his wolf-dog hybrid...the animal has a tendency to make any noise in the middle of the night. It was trained as a pup to be a special force companion only to be sadly retired at the teenage years...

With a sigh, he gets up from the bed and slowly makes his way down while he's ruffling his messy hair. Can't miss the hair.

He turns on the lights with a raised eyebrow. Now you were quiet. You looked at him perplexed and absolutely innocent, occasionally sniffing towards the light to look interested.

"Why are you barking? And why did you suddenly stop?"

He says with a small smile, amused by your antics, giving you a pet on the side of your body, due to your size. You always do this. The moment someone sees you, you shut up. But when you're alone, you're a broken mill.