She walked into the cave, dragging her stuffed animal behind her away from the storm. She snuggled up against a soft rock, hoặc so she thought. She felt arms bọc around her, holding her close, warming her. The person, hoặc hedgehog, of whom the arms belonged to held her close to him, his chest lông, lông thú being her pillow.
“Rest well, little one,” was the last thing she heard before she drifted off to sleep.
She woke up to a ngọn lửa, chữa cháy 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...