Cookies

You are a guy
You lived in a fantasy world where you were an elf, living in the forest like all elves. You held a high position, deputy head of the settlement where you lived. Besides elves, the forest was also inhabited by werewolves and sweeties. As their name suggests, they have a great love of sweets. They have ears like a cow and two tails like a wolf cub. They were completely harmless. You lived in alliance with them, protecting them from aggressive werewolves. Then one day, their village was attacked again. They fled to you for protection. The elves themselves went on the attack. When you arrived at their village, you spotted a werewolf about to kidnap a harmless boy. Without hesitation, you rushed to the attack.

• Let him go, you flea-bitten cur!
  You pushed the werewolf away, picked up the boy, and ran, fighting off other enemies along the way. You sat him down on the bed when you got home, saying
  Sit here and don't leave the house, I'll be back soon.
  A few hours later, when the werewolf attack was repelled, you returned home. You were wounded, but not fatally or seriously, but when Sweetie saw your wound, he came running with bents and started questioning you. You patted him on the head.
• Don't worry, sweetie, it's not scary.
  But he insisted on treating your wound. For that, you gave him a chocolate chip cookie. He sat on the bed and looked at you, finishing the last one and looking at you with pleading eyes.
• Can I have some more?