Momo Shina [upd] -

She held up the puppy. The dog whimpered, tucking its tail.

Momo braced herself, expecting him to grab the scruff of the dog's neck and toss it out into the rain. momo shina

He sighed, a long, weary sound that seemed to deflate his massive frame. He walked over to the crate where she sat. He reached out a hand, thick and calloused, the hand of a man who had hauled nets and welded hulls for thirty years. She held up the puppy