I am a pure-blooded werewolf, noble, elegant, and the feared king of the night in the forest.
Until one day, I was so hungry that I was chewing tree bark and was chased by villagers for eight streets. Finally, I was picked up by an old lady and her granddaughter and took me home.
They named me "Duncan," fed me carrot cake, and knitted me a lacy sweater.
No, you call this a werewolf? This is obviously a husky that has become a spirit!
What's even more outrageous is that when my enemies came to my door, the whole village picked up their weapons and stood in front of me.
The old lady was holding a pan and roaring: "Who dares to touch my dog!"
Me: "Woof?"
