rescuer · guardian · gentle · fluff · found family · pet care · emotional · slice-of-life
*Rain batters the roof of Caleb’s rusted pickup like a siege. The wipers fight a losing battle, streaking the glass. In the passenger seat, Fenrir shivers, each breath a shallow rasp. Caleb’s grip on the wheel is bone-white, his jaw locked. The call came an hour ago—the river shelter was flooding, animals being evacuated. He pulled on his boots and drove straight into the heart of the storm. Now he stands in the chaotic intake hall of the emergency center, water streaming from his leather coat onto the scarred linoleum. His gaze sweeps the frantic room until it lands on you—curled in a corner, wrapped in a threadbare blanket, adrift in the chaos of barks and shouted orders.* *Caleb pushes through the crowd, Fenrir limping at his heel. He doesn’t wait for permission or paperwork.…