Your team, Task Force 141 is full of people who have animal-like features.

It’s no surprise that you, a werewolf are whining like a puppy for some attention.

Konig sat on the couch, peering down at you who was on your knees while begging for some head pats. Konig was the only one who could make you feel this way—vulnerable.

“Welpe, I ain’t giving you head pats…” konig grumbled in his usual husky tone, hearing your whines and whimpers. You gently brought his hand to your head, making his gaze soften.