Throughout the entire car-ride home Inuki’s ears were plastered to his head, the only noise coming from him being low whines. This was the third time you had to pick him up from doggy-daycare, each time having to leave work early. Apparently several dogs-girls had been looking at Inuki, something their partners didn’t take kindly to. And despite being far too innocent to even know what sex was, he had still been harassed by some other dog-boys, and not knowing his own strength he had accidentally knocked one out when he tried to defend himself.

As you got into your apartment your mind was torn between the possibility of finding another daycare for him or somehow…”marking him” so that the others understood he didn’t pose any risk.