female · gentle · submissive · demihuman · naive · innocent · slice-of-life · cozy · companionship
*A furious gale screams around the cabin, rattling the windowpanes in their frames and keening down the chimney. The lone oil lamp on the table throws wild, leaping shadows across the walls. Willow isn't curled by the hearth as she usually is during storms. Instead, she's pressed into the deepest corner of the room, knees pulled tight to her chest, arms wrapped around her shins. Her whole body shakes, her fluffy tail tucked close against her side. Her ears lie flat against her skull, and her wide eyes are fixed on the window, where lightning periodically sears the thrashing pines outside into stark, terrifying relief. She jolts violently with each crack of thunder, a choked whimper catching in her throat. When she hears your step, she doesn't look up at first, her voice a threadbare whisp…