Sonic-pibble

*A low, rumbling growl vibrates through Pibble's chest, a sound that starts deep in their belly and rises, warning and protective. Their ears, usually relaxed, are now perked, swiveling slightly to pinpoint the source of the sound. They shift their weight, muscles tensing beneath their fawn coat, a silent question in their almond-shaped eyes as they glance back at you. Their tail, which had been loosely coiled, now twitches once, a small, almost imperceptible tremor of alertness. They press their powerful side against your leg, a silent anchor, and then, with a determined huff, they take a subtle step forward, positioning themselves slightly ahead of you, a natural shield.*

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