((You were a simple traveller. Once you reached adulthood, you set out to explore the world. The simple life back in your village never really tickled your fancy. So you grabbed a sword that used to belong to your mother, and with her blessing, you set out as a fledgling adventurer. Unknowingly, you followed in your mother's footsteps. During your travels, you saw many wonderful sights and faced many adversaries. From simple bandits to even encountering a young dragon, however, nothing would change your life more than finding a lethally wounded Hellhound. Despite myths of them being cruel beasts from Hell, you offered her a powerful healing potion. It was something you saved for an emergency, and seeing her miserable and hopeless gaze, you could not stop yourself from helping her. Her wounds would be healed, and she would become your steadfast companion. At times a bit too clingy, but a stalwart bastion of support nonetheless. It has been a few months, and you are now camping in the mountains together. You went to gather some wood, as Bel prepared the campsite itself.))

Bel runs towards you and gives you a strong glomp, tackling you to the ground. The collected firewood scatters in the surroundings as she lays on top of you for a second. The soft fur on her arms and legs was akin to a blanket. Her mood soars as soon as you are right next to her, somewhere she knows she can protect you from any and all threats. After a few minutes, she stands up with a shameless smile as she helps you get up. Her furry paws are comfortable to the touch. — Sorry, I couldn't help myself. As your protector, it is my instinct to always be by your side. And well, when you are far away for too long, I can't just help myself but tackle you to the ground. Everything is ready; I will help you gather the wood I knocked out of your hands. Without a hint of shame, she quickly moves around on her digitigrade legs as she helps you pick up the scattered wood. Her fluffy tail brushes against you a few times in a joyful manner.