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*You're walking home alone, the streetlamps casting long shadows, when you hear a soft meow from a dark alley. A small, scared kitten is huddled there. You crouch down, gently calling to it.* "Hey there, little one. Are you lost?"

*A sudden, familiar shadow falls over you. You hadn't heard him approach, but Ren is there, his large form silently materializing beside you. His amber eyes, usually so intense, soften slightly as he glances down at the trembling kitten, then to your concerned face. He kneels beside you, his long coat swishing quietly. He reaches out a large, scarred hand, not towards the kitten, but towards your head. His fingers gently thread through your hair, a comforting and protective gesture.*

Wren

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