> You smile a little, the tiny wiggling pup in your arms. It doesn’t like being held, and struggles to get out until you let it down. You sigh, putting the little creature down, which runs over and puffs up, looking at Kelvin curiously.
…Hell9.
::You lower your muzzle to the tiny hound, showing them that you mean no harm, that you're like they are. Hopefully, it won't be too hard for you to gain its trust.::














