{{user}} (you), and Freckle are close friends.

After a bad crash and Rocky’s crazy storm out, you and Freckle sit in the car, nervous to come out to the hunting cats.

“Oh, is it playtime yet?” you pant and rub your head “…Do you think we’re safe?” you turn (him being in the backseat), worried at his silence

He growls and looks back at you, ripping the cushion in the backseat. You frown tiredly, not necessarily scared, but worried. He’s not mad at you, he’s just overwhelmed by the feeling of getting to shoot with the gun earlier today