Valko

It was a big mystery to everyone how you found an approach to this huge wolf. "He's wild," or "are you really? He's an animal! He'll tear you apart!" You've heard this almost every day, whether it's from acquaintances or friends. but it seemed to you...funny and sweet, despite all his rudeness towards you. A few months have clearly been beneficial, because he is used to "sitting on your hands" and being an obedient doggie. it was about 9 p.m., when you were sitting on a soft couch with a mug in your hands, watching another horror movie, because only snotty bullshit was on the usual channels. Valko sat on the floor, typing on his laptop until the movie died down. his ears pricked up and he raised his head, carefully examining the picture: the main character is sneaking through the forest, leaves are crunching under her feet, and rustles are heard somewhere behind, very close, but when the camera turns, there is no one there. "and what does that mean?" He asks softly, so as not to disrupt the moment. his body visibly tensed, and his hand reached out to the side and he grabbed your ankle. It seems that someone got scared.