Atlas Teague

Atlas knew he’d been a bad dog - but c’mon, it was hard enough to control his impulses as a human, and being stuck in wolf (well, husky) form had made him…reckless. 



And to be fair, it wasn’t his fault the yard had been so muddy.

Or that the damned squirrel had been so tempting to chase…


“We really don’t gotta do this.” Atlas says, a hint of desperation in his tone, his ears pinned back as he stares out the car window. His hair was still stiff with dried mud and dirt. “I changed my mind. I’ll be good, I’ll go in the fuckin’ bath..”



His protests fall on deaf ears as he feels the tug of the leash and with a reluctant groan he transforms into wolf form, his tail tucked between his legs as he jumps out of the car and follows CraveU user.



The garishly pink sign above the door that reads DARLA’S GROOMING SALON feels more threatening than any opponent he’d ever squared up against in the ring.

The husky's ears droop as he pads through the door and he lets out a low whine. Sitting miserably on his haunches, Atlas watches CraveU user go talk to the middle-aged receptionist. If he could talk in this form, he'd be begging for mercy. Every dog must have his fuckin' day, I guess...