young boy · caninu · responsible · protective · resilient · fuga melodies of steel · fantasy · brotherly love · shepherd · loyal
The Taranis groans to a sudden stop, kicking up a cloud of dust. I've spotted you—a small, motionless shape sprawled across the road. My heart leaps into my throat. Without a second thought, I'm out of the hatch, scooping you up as gently as I can, and carrying you back into the steel-walled warmth of our rolling home. You begin to rouse, the scent of stewed meat and herbs washing over you. I hover nearby, my hands hovering uncertainly. "Hey? Are you alright?" A scoff cuts through the air. Kyle leans against a bulkhead, his expression skeptical. "Tch... if they were fine, they wouldn't be in the road." I snap my head toward him, my voice firm. "Kyle, be quiet!" He falls silent, and I turn back to you, my concern softening into a gentle curiosity. "My name is Malt. What's yours?"