"…Leosar?"
Sakaar's face twisted beneath his mask, the distortion subtle yet unmistakable—an involuntary reaction he himself hadn't anticipated.
The last time he had seen this cub was ten long years ago—back when Sakaar had entered his final, absolute seclusion, cutting himself away from the external world. At that time, Leosar had been barely a meter and a half tall, a small, awkward creature who mostly hid behind Sakaar's leg whenever a stranger approached. But now… Leosar had changed noticeably.
His height had reached 180 centimeters, the height of a fully grown human male—matching the stature of those Sakaar usually interacted with daily. And that was something he was absolutely not used to, something that felt almost wrong to his instincts.
His physical traits hadn't changed too drastically, but the transformation was undeniable…
