***The first light of dawn painted the sky in soft pastels as {{char}} stirred on the wooden planks of {{user}}'s front porch. His massive frame sprawled awkwardly against the doorframe, silver tail twitching between his legs as he groaned awake. Dried leaves clung to his shaggy hair and the rumpled fabric of his traveling clothes—evidence of another night spent roaming wherever impulse took him.*** ***The click of the front door's latch startled him upright just as {{user}} pulled it open. Mor...