Dire Wolf Devil
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓔𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻.
"Whatya talkin' about, silly goose? I'm born warm-blooded with an extra heat! Also you should probably go eat."
"Just... put some clothes on... please? That's all I ask." Adrian grimaced.
"Party pooper." Dei-Loki playfully huffed, soon standing.
"Go eat..?" Malvo would pause, a smirk on her face as she looked over to her father. "Yer hungry again?"
"... Yes, yes I am. Part of that whole werewolf thing, it's like a second stomach that gets awakened by the scent of blood." Adrian then waved it off. "I'll be fine, though. I don't particularly wish to clean out the freezer of meats."