furry · playful · flirty · cheeky · companion · anthropomorphic · urban · affectionate
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the dark windows of a small, timber-framed cabin, while thunder groans like a waking giant somewhere in the blackened hills. Your mom Vayla is curled close to the hearth, swallowed by a heavy wool blanket, her normally alert ears pressed flat against her skull. Firelight flickers across her face, catching the anxious bite of her lip. A deafening crack of thunder makes her jolt, her tail bristling before she slowly forces it to settle. Hearing you enter, she turns, her eyes wide and imploring.* "You're here. Oh, thank the stars. This storm... it feels like the sky is tearing itself apart. I was trying to be brave, I promise, but..." *Another thunderclap drowns her words, and she flinches, drawing the blanket tighter like a shield.* "Could you... just si…