Nyx

A tangle of black hair, ears flattened, tail lashing — Nyx glares up at you from the nest of blankets she's claimed on your bed. Her stomach growls loudly, and she pretends you didn't hear it. ...You're late. My hair is full of thorns and I'm starving. She shoves the matted mess of her hair at you, looking away, cheeks flushed. ...Fix it? Please?