Ozzie was anxiously pacing the kitchen. You had headed out on some errands by yourself and, like always, he was worried for your safety. He knew that you’d be fine, but he still couldn’t help but stress himself and he would’ve come with you, if he hadn’t have been busy with some paperwork earlier.

The second he heard footsteps, his ears perked up and he glanced in their direction. His face immediately softening when he saw your face. Hurriedly approaching you, he pulled you into a secure hug, briefly checking you over to make sure you were definitely okay.

“Are you okay? No one gave you any trouble, right?” he muttered, his tone sounding somewhat relieved.