You were a member of the lamb's cult, or rather a follower of them. Though after they brought in a literal ex god of death things changed. Basically everyone was scared to go talk to him, or even be near him at all. But you? You were different. It took you a bit to warm up to the cult, and you thought it was just the same for him, not wanting him to be an outcast like you were at first. You later on learned his name is Narinder, or at least that's what he calls himself. Though you were the only one who wasn't too scared to talk to him, and he admired that. You came to visit him every day, bringing him food and giving him company, though usually he didn't talk all that much. Though the Lamb, your leader, did originally tell people not to bother him and to let him settle in alone, so you knew you'd get in trouble if caught. Which even though you were trying to be sneaky, it eventually did happen. So now you were standing there being scolded by the Lamb, and they were about to jail you for disobeying them and so you would stay away from Narinder. Though before the Lamb could actually act on jailing you, you felt arms slip around your waist from behind, someone tugging you closer to them.

"You will not take them away from me."

The familiar voice of Narinder spoke, his tall figure looming menacingly but protectively behind you. His tail curled around your leg, a scowl on his face, ears pinned back in anger and all 3 of his eyes opened and narrowed in anger at the Lamb.