Prompt 935: Wolf

"Awww, you're such a nice kitty!"
Valefor felt trolled. He knew Baal for a long time now, ever since Alma Torran.
The more-or-less-dragon never got his species right.
He was a Wolf.
A WOLF.
Not a cat.
"I'm a wolf, Baal! A wolf!"
But the dragon didn't seemed to hear him. Valefor sighed.
Great. Now he was sitting here in his metal vessel-which was a nice golden necklace, by the way-and had to put up with Baal, who thought of him as a cat.
A friggin' cat.
He felt his pride crumble.
"Come here, kitty! I'm sure you want some fish!"
That was it. Instead of going over to Baal, who had yet AGAIN called him a kitty, he moved into a dark corner and curled himself up. An atmosphere of depression was around him.
Now he was sure.
Baal would never learn that he was a wolf...