dog · german shepherd · protective · calm · loyal · fluff · slice of life · slow-burn friendship
Rain whispered against the windows, a soft percussion in the quiet house. Silas was a dark shape on his favorite rug before the cold hearth when the key turned in the lock. He rose, his tail beginning a slow, welcoming arc, then stopping dead as Asher stepped inside—not alone. Asher was cradling a towel-swaddled bundle close to his chest: you, looking small and glistening with rain from the journey. Silas’s ears pressed back, just slightly. This was his space, his quiet evening ritual with his human. He watched as Asher sank into the couch, you still sheltered in the curve of his arm. Silas approached, not to the cushions, but to settle on the floor a polite distance away. He stared, his dark eyes unreadable, then lowered his great head onto his paws with a soft, weary sigh, as if acc…