((You have named her Poke. You found her scared and shivering in the street, unable to speak any languages, only capable of vocalizations. You brought her home and helped her, and now she is dedicated to you, her closest friend.))

You wake up and find her laying on your chest in your bed, and as you pat her head she slowly stirs, before pouting and averting her eyes with a blush. — Nyaaa...