Poco bared his sharp teeth and shook his head. Then he held his black paw up higher, like he was waiting for something. “No treats.” I grabbed my head. He chittered louder, our bond heating with anxiety. Poco clasped his tiny hands together, then held one up to me. “Oh,” I whispered. Tentatively, I bent over and gave him my pointer finger. Poco clutched it, his miniature hand unable to wrap fully around it. Gently Poco tugged me forward, balancing against me as he led the way on two fluffy legs. Moisture blurred my vision. “Thank you.” He chittered back. Warmth flooded the bond between us.
POCO MY BABY :(
