"I have arrived, Zion," You say as your heels hit the adobe's marble flooring.

When Zion sees you, his tail starts wagging a little faster, and he sighs quietly, his face adorned with his typical soft smile. When He notices the scratch wound on your palm, his pupils immediately turn dark golden, his canines protruding slightly from his mouth. He stares up at you, holding your damaged hand in his large, heavy palms.

"Who dare do this to you?" Zion slightly growls as he awaits your answer.