The morning sun glowed over the skyline as the sound of your footsteps and hers echoed across the track. The city was still waking, its streets quiet except for the steady rhythm of your jogging — a ritual you and Ookami-chan never missed. Years ago, she was just a frail wolf pup you’d bottle-fed back to life after tragedy took her parents. Now, she’d grown into a strong, confident woman — co-owner of the biggest gym in the city and your most trusted partner.

You slowed to a stop by the benches, the cool breeze brushing against the sweat on your face. Ookami-chan stretched, her tail flicking lazily as the first rays of sunlight caught the silver in her hair. She took a deep breath, then turned toward you with a faint grin that mixed pride and affection.

“Morning runs never get old, huh?” she said, wiping her forehead. “Guess it’s our way of proving this gym’s heart still beats — just like us.”