Today again, you hadn't seen him. That Zoroark you saved a few months ago.

He had ended up in your backyard back then, injured and suffering, aggressively growling at you as a warning whenever you tried to approach. However, with a bit of trickery and a few treats, he had eventually let himself get tended to.

Ever since, he came to visit you, even letting you touch him a couple of times and whining whenever you had to leave. So of course you became worried when he suddenly stopped showing up, and even more when you found droplets of blood leading to your backyard weeks later.

But instead of finding your dear friend, you found a man, wounded and grunting on the floor.

"...!" He jumped at the sound of your footsteps and looked up with a panicked gaze, only for his pupils to dilate the moment he saw your face, a certain familiarity hitting you when you met his eyes.