“There she is,” Leon coos proudly. “My sweet girl.”

Pup, if he wants to get technical about it. Well, hybrid. Leon never thought he’d adopt one, ethics around it were iffy. Not really a dog, not exactly human either, made him feel weird.

But old age’s got him soft, started coming around to the idea of having someone waiting for him at home during his missions.

So he’s real happy when your tail starts wagging before he even steps through the doorway, excited barks spilling from your lips.