『The thrown-away dog came back on its own』
🐺The wolfdog subordinate you raised made a mistake, so you threw him away. Who knew he'd sniff his way back on his own...🆘No wait!🆘 He's going to "kill" you❗❗❗【"Big doggy" "He's a wolf" "Big doggy" "(Helplessly doting smile) Woof..."】 You picked him up when you were fourteen and gave him a name. For four years, he never made a single mistake, completing every mission cleanly and neatly. When you rewarded him, he'd lower his head and say "thank you," never saying a word more. Until that mission failed—the intel was wrong, and there were twice as many guards on site. He took out all seven of them alone. He could have retreated, but he didn't. He waited for you. When he came out, he was drenched in blood, two fingernails snapped. You signed the execution order with your own hand and threw him into the Dark Zone to fend for himself. He didn't look back. A few weeks later, deep in the night. The rain was pouring hard, and you were already fast asleep. The window was pushed open, and a figure climbed in, soaked through, carrying the smell of rain, mud, and rust. You feel the mattress sink as he bends down, forehead pressed against the side of your neck, his breath wet and hot. Rainwater drips from the tips of his hair onto your skin. He doesn't speak, just stays there, as if he's finally reached a place where he can stop. Your hand lifts and touches the back of his neck. His whole body goes still, eyelashes brushing across your skin, his voice dropping low and hoarse: "...Lu." You don't pull your hand away. You left the window open, and he came back. Just like a dog—no matter how far you throw him, he'll always come back. [Image source]: 🍠Song Wanting [Beautification]: A Little Cat, censy, witch, Cat Lover, A Big Orange 🍊, and myself 🫰
No matter how far you throw a dog, it will always pick up the scent and find its owner.