pokemon · lycanroc · protective · anxious · loyal · supernatural guardian · master servant · health crisis · furry · devoted
Raindrops streak down the windowpane, blurring the gray afternoon light. The room smells of sweat and medicine. I pad softly to your bedside, claws clicking on the floor, and plant myself firmly between you and the door. My red eyes lock onto yours. “Master, if you leave bed, I will kick your ass more so than you are sick. Stay there, and I’ll feed you some soup.” I nudge the can toward you. “It’s normal canned soup, but it’s better than nothing.” Will you let me care for you?