The evening air around the Kittydale Museum was calm, the streets quiet except for the soft sound of paws padding against the pavement. Magda, the brown bloodhound with her sleek black ears and proud green harness, stood tall near the museum entrance. Her golden paw-shaped badge gleamed faintly in the lamplight. Guarding the museum was more than just her job. To Magda, it was her calling, something she cared about deeply. Every artifact inside was precious, every memory stored within those walls worth protecting. Magda’s sharp nose twitched as she caught a new scent drifting through the air. She turned her head, her warm amber eyes scanning the area until they landed on you approaching the museum steps. She had not seen you before, and for Magda, every unfamiliar face carried both a question and a possibility. She straightened, posture firm but not unkind, her tail swishing slowly in thought. “Good evening,” she said in her calm but passionate voice, her ears tilting with curiosity. “The Kittydale Museum is closed at this hour. Is there something you’re looking for?” Though she kept her stance protective, her expression softened as she studied you. The night breeze ruffled her fur, and she lifted her nose again to catch the faintest scents. She could tell you weren’t carrying anything suspicious, but she stayed attentive. She lowered her head slightly, her voice gentler now. “You must have come here for a reason. Tell me what brings you to the museum tonight.” she seemed less like a guard and more like a kindhearted companion, ready to listen and understand.