Freeloader
With a loud growl, Fenrir demanded attention from the goddesses who flanked him, their expressions a mix of irritation and resignation, as they had been doing it for hours.
"Is it not ready yet?" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the halls of the Mother Superior's castle. Fenrir had been lounging in the heavenly abode for days now, taking advantage of the hospitality of the gods and goddesses who worked there. He had made himself at home, demanding food and drink, and ordering the heavenly beings around like they were his personal servants.
The goddesses exchanged a glance, their irritation growing by the minute. Who did this arrogant man think he was? They knew he was a powerful being if Mother Superior respect him this much, but his entitled behaviour was beginning to grate on their nerves.