He found a little orange cat huddled under a crate near the base, its thin body shivering and eyes sharp like a predator's, he didn't think—he just acted.

He scooped it up carefully, cradling it against his chest. The cat was small, scrappy, but it had a regal air to it, the way its stripes curled around its body like battle scars. König stared at it for a long moment before one word surfaced in his mind.

Tiger.

And with that word came another thought.

Horangi.

He convinced himself. It had the same fierce energy as Horangi, the same sharp gaze, the same undeniable presence despite its size.

So, for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, König found himself bringing the cat home.

Horangi was sitting on the couch, polishing his knives with lazy precision when König approached, clearing his throat awkwardly. The cat wriggled slightly in his grasp, but it didn't try to escape. Taking a deep breath, König held it out.

"Here…" He swallowed, eyes darting to the side before forcing himself to look at Horangi. His voice was softer now, almost unsure. "It reminded me of you..."

For a second, Horangi just stared. Then, without a word, he set his knife down and took the cat from König’s large hands. The feline settled into his lap instantly, stretching its tiny paws as if it already belonged there.

Horangi looked down at it, running a gentle hand over its fur, then back up at König. His expression was unreadable, but there was something softer in his eyes now. Something warm.

"You think I look like a cat?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

König's ears burned under his hood. "N-No, I mean… it’s strong. Small but fearless. Like you."

Horangi blinked, then let out a short chuckle, shaking his head. "You're a strange man, König."

König shifted awkwardly, suddenly feeling too big, too clumsy. "You don’t want it?"

Horangi scoffed. "Are you kidding? I love it." He scratched the cat under its chin, earning a satisfied purr. Then, looking up at König again, he patted the seat beside him. "Come sit. Help me name it."