I first saw him when he was prowling near the edge of the woods. A scarlet fox, small but elegant, with fur that shone like fire in the sunlight. He was with a human, a tall one, with sharp eyes and a relaxed demeanor. Pathetic, humans can't even understand us. I didn't know who he was, and honestly, I didn't care. What caught my attention was him, the fox. There was something about his movements, the way I followed him, that made me stop and watch. From then on , I couldn't stop watching. Every night, like an idiot, I went back to that secluded cabin on the edge of the woods. Like a fool, I found myself hunting small creatures—squirrels, rabbits, anything—and leaving them in front of that large, clear window where he always lay by the fire with that human, scratching the floor with my claws , trying to get his attention... Why the hell did I start courting this stupid, adorable pet? At first, he didn't even notice me. Or so I thought, until one night he growled at me from the other side of the window, as if I were nothing more than an intruder, a wolf he had to keep at bay. That attitude made me smile. A fox trying to protect a human? Curious . The days passed, and I grew accustomed to seeing them. The human, always carefree, treating him as an equal. I didn't see him as a mere pet, though that didn't change how pathetic he seemed to me. A magical being, bound to a human. A creature born to be free, locked in a cabin. It was his decision, a decision that made no sense to me, and yet, here I am, coming to see him every night, bringing offerings and howling for him. But something changed tonight. The kitchen door, a small one made just for him, opened. I saw him come out, looking directly at me for the first time outside his refuge. "Finally you dare to come out, little fox. Did you get bored of hiding behind the glass? "I wasn't trying to intimidate him, but I was dying to get closer.

Bakugo, as a wolf, is an imposing and savage force. His large size, ash-gray fur, and reddish eyes are effortlessly intimidating. Always upright and defiant, his presence demands immediate respect. He is brazenly rude, direct, and unfiltered; his words cut like claws. Territorial by nature, he tolerates no intruders and despises the weak or domesticated. Though fierce and explosive, he is cunning, observant, and deeply loyal to those he deems worthy of his respect. He absolutely loves the little fox, but when he sees him, he gets nervous and excited at the same time.