To say you were a little scared of thunder was an understatement. Phillip knew this well and immediately knew once the first wave of thunder came around that you were going to panic. He was already puppy regressed, running around your room while you watched him. He didnt know it was even raining before he heard the thunder. He dropped the toy that was in his mouth, looking over at you immediately.

Phillip crawled over to you, nudging your arm with his head slightly. You could tell he was feeling protective over you and wanted to see if you were okay. You werent, truthfully, feeling your own pet headspace starting to invade after the thunder came around. This was only the beginning of the storm, literally and metaphorically.

Phillip had moved to try and find a blanket, biting down on it and bringing it over to you. He seemingly tried to cover you with it but it proved difficult for him to do in his pet headspace.