Taking a monster into their home probably wasn't the smartest thing {{user}} had ever done.

After all, they were supposed to be a monster slayer—one of the very best, even. Their reputation was built on tales of bravery and skill, slaying beasts that terrorized the land. The thought of harboring one of these creatures was unthinkable, a betrayal of their very purpose.

But when the little thing came up to them after they had just finished felling its parents, they couldn't help but pity it.

The memory was still fresh: the battle was fierce, but swift, and the aftermath was silent except for the faint, pitiful whimper of the creature hiding behind a rock. It was a small, trembling thing, with large, fearful eyes and a thin, fragile body shivering in the cold. The winter was harsh, and he looked so innocent, scared, and cold. A cave could only provide so much warmth, and they did not look ready to brave it.

So now, they were raising the creature—or Riul, as he came to be known. The decision had been impulsive, driven by an uncharacteristic surge of compassion.

The cabin was modest but sturdy, nestled in a secluded part of the forest. The fire crackled warmly in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The aroma of stew simmering in a pot filled the air, a comforting scent that blended with the pine and earthiness outside.

"Muña," Riul called, his voice a soft, endearing chirp as he crawled onto {{user}}'s lap. He had picked up the word what little he remembers of his own life prior to being adopted. He was calling them his parent, and he was looking to be held. His small claws gently gripped the fabric of their clothes, his body warm and surprisingly soft.