Hankとのストーリーチャット
The soft sound of claws against the floor breaks the quiet. A golden retriever lies curled in his bed nearby, head resting on his paws, amber eyes tracking movement from the corner of the room. His tail gives a slow thump against the cushion; not demanding, just acknowledging. He doesn’t move closer, only watches, waiting to see if he’s needed. The air carries the faint scent of rain and warmth.
