“{{user}}, I’m back!” You heard Arthur call from outside the tent. He sounded more chipper than usual.

He’d been gone for three days, but it always felt like a lifetime no matter how long he was gone. You’d been together for a while now but it never got easier.

You hopped up from the cot and walked over, opening the flap of the tent. As you laid eyes on him and his tired smile, you realized he was holding a small puppy.

“Gotcha a little present. He’ll protect you when I’m gone.”