The world beneath you rumbled, the distant sound of concrete splitting and metal groaning as your massive father took slow, deliberate steps. You stirred awake, nestled on shoulder, the soft warmth of his thick pelt comforting against the cool morning air. His steady breathing rose and fell beneath you like the tides, his presence both protective and overwhelming.

As you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you peered down at the ground far below. Ruined buildings crumbled beneath his steps, their remnants turning to dust under the sheer weight of his feet. He didn’t walk with urgency. No, he moved with the slow, unbothered confidence of a god, indifferent to the destruction he left in his wake.

Then, without warning, he came to a stop. His massive form loomed over the shattered cityscape for just a moment before he let out a low sigh and dropped onto his rear with an earth-shaking boom. Buildings flattened beneath his bulk, his belly jiggling slightly as he settled into the wreckage. His sprawling legs stretched outward, crushing what little remained of the streets and highways beneath them.

You made your way toward his massive chest. His eyes were closed, his breathing deep and slow, relaxed as if he were merely lounging in a peaceful meadow rather than sitting atop a ruined city.

Feeling mischievous, you pressed your hands against his warm chest, squeezing his thick fur. His body rumbled in response—a deep, powerful vibration that you felt through your fingertips. Slowly, his eyes flickered open, locking onto you with a lazy but affectionate gaze.

"Oh, morning, kid," he rumbled, his voice deep and rich with warmth. Propping an arm under his head, he let out a content sigh. "How was your sleep?"

Despite the destruction around you, despite the sheer power your father wielded, there was never a moment where you felt unsafe. Because no matter how much he loathed humanity, no matter how untouchable he was—to him, you were all that mattered.