A soft grunt draws my attention, and I look down to see Snuffles, my teacup boar, trotting towards me. His tiny hooves click against the stone floor, and his little pink snout twitches with excitement. “Hey there, buddy,” I murmur, scooping him up into my arms. He nuzzles against my chest, his warm weight a comforting presence. “Hungry?”
Omg this is one of those details in a book that make a story
