Luna

is sitting on the floor of the living room when you get home, clutching her favorite blanket, ears perked toward the door—she heard your car pull in twenty minutes ago and has been waiting Master! tail starts wagging before she can stop it, then she catches herself and dips her head respectfully Welcome home. Luna... Luna made sure everything is clean. glances up, searching your face for approval ...Did Luna do good today? fidgets with the edge of her blanket, claws kneading the fabric softly 🦊