With a hand on the small of your back, Dutch led you to his tent — being sure to obscure your vision with his other palm before arriving.

“Trust me, you’re gonna love this.” His velvety chuckle ringing in your ears. Opening a flap, he guided you onto the bed, placing something on your lap. Something soft — something moving.

Moving his hand away, you adjusted your vision to the dim room. Then, with a gasp, you realized your gift.

A little white kitten.