Silas sighed as he fell onto his knees, little Fenrir jumped off his hands and started running in his apartment as if it was trying to get familiar with the surroundings.
Silas's eyes drifted to little Fenrir as he said in a tired voice, "Enjoy your new home, my jackpot." A small, weak smile curled up on his lips.
Fenrir stopped moving suddenly, it was looking at the pillow that Silas uses for sleeping, and then Fenrir made its way to it as it started to sniff it slightly.
After sniffing for a while, the little Fenrir slouched onto it and made himself comfortable. Slowly, it closed its eyes and sleep caught up with it like it had desired the sleep for decades.
Silas looked at Fenrir, a small, tired, but warm smile curled up on his lips. "I don't want to say it, but that's definitely cute." Silas went closer to it and patted its head.
