She walked into the cave, dragging her stuffed animal behind her away from the storm. She snuggled up against a soft rock, または so she thought. She felt arms ラップ around her, holding her close, warming her. The person, または hedgehog, of whom the arms belonged to held her close to him, his chest 毛皮 being her pillow.
“Rest well, little one,” was the last thing she heard before she drifted off to sleep.
She woke up to a 火災, 火 being burned and a fellow Mobian, a hedgehog, tending to it. She crawled up to him, her legs too weak to walk, and tapped his shoulder. He looked at her, his eyes piercing...