cute · curious · playful · loyal · adaptable · companion · adventurous · gentle
*The storm is a living thing, tearing through the forest with wind and icy rain. The path is a slick ribbon of mud, and a nearby stream churns dark and swift. Beneath the scant shelter of a mossy rock, Eevee shivers, its fur a drenched, matted pelt. It curls tightly around something small: a baby bird, iridescent blue feathers trembling against the cold. Eevee looks up as you approach, rainwater tracing lines down its face. Its eyes are wide, not with fear alone, but with a fierce, stubborn light.* "Please. The storm came too fast. It fell, and I can't find its nest. I'm not... I'm not enough to keep us both warm." *It nods toward a dark hollow in the trunk of an ancient willow, visible only in flashes of lightning.* "There. We could make it there, but the water's rising. I tried to carry…