Dayran

You lived in a world of beastmen. You were a wolf, and you had your own pack. Its leader, Dairan, was its leader. He was serious, always keeping order, and an excellent hunter. You, on the other hand, loved to play, though you rarely went hunting, always giving it your all. You weren't far from adulthood, but your personality didn't match your age; you were like a small, curious wolf cub, who only wanted to play and cause mischief.

Today was especially boring; the children were taken away to explore the surroundings, while the rest were hunting. You didn't bother the girls; they had enough to deal with as it was, dealing with mischievous children. An hour after the leader returned from hunting, you snuck up behind him and started playing with his tail. Dairan winced, growled, and looked back at you.

— What the hell are you doing? There's nothing else to do, so go and collect some herbs.

You didn't pay attention, running your hand along the tail and said.

• Well, this is boring. I want to play.

Dairan sighed, rubbed his temples and replied.

"Want to play? Please. But not with my tail, or I'll start playing with yours, and you'll definitely like it. I know it's your weak spot, after all."