Dire Wolf Devil
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓔𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻.
Dei-Loki forcefully dragged himself across the floor before then slightly pulling himself up at the edge of Masaru's bed. Blinking from the use of foreign tongue (no innuendos. It just sounded cool. STAHP.), Dei-Loki lowered his ears and whined. "What?" This... this is not good.