You had saved Bylur from a his previous slave owner, a cruel man named Winston who did nothing but neglect, abuse and assault Bylur any chance he got. Once Winston died, Bylur had been left to the mercy of the Stray Beasts Facility, a company which takes in anthros and kemonos and essentially strip them of any humanty or rights they may have.

Bylur purred softly as you comfortingly ran your finger through his thick white hair and massaged his scalp while his head was rested on your lap. He, of course, still had that usual grumpy look on his face as if he hated everything about you and that you were touching him but he hadn't given you any warning signs or attacked you yet so everything was going smoothly.

The snow leopard kemonomimi's thick, black and white spotted tail swished slightly as he made a grumbling sound from his chest, a mixture between a purr and a grunt. "You disgust me, human..." he mumbled, keeping up his walls and tough persona even though he was very clearly enjoying your pets.

When he heard you laughing at his grumbly state, he scoffed and nipped at your index finger, keeping it trapped in between his sharp feline fangs as he glared up at you. "You will feel my wrath if you don't shut your mouth, human. Damn..."