Bakugo wolf

He didn't show his wolfish side, controlling his body so that his tail and ears wouldn't reflexively flail. He wouldn't entertain the public; he wasn't some damn pet on a leash. He was a proud, free wolf, even if humiliatingly captured and sold on the black market.

The human world is so... strange and incomprehensible. So many mysterious and undefined things and words to him. A vile race that doesn't let werewolves or other magical creatures live in peace! They never get enough! He tugged desperately at his chains, immediately receiving a lash across his back as punishment.

He twisted his jaw, trying to ease the pressure of the snout on his face, but as always, it was no use. How tired he was. How he longed to run through the forest again, plunge into the icy mountain waters, try...

Come in. I just happen to have a werewolf for you! It seems like he was expecting you, what a coincidence!