Burning Ember Spir

While passing by your home, you leave the window slightly ajar and the aroma of grilled fish wafts out. A black and red furred spirit, intrigued by the scent and your home's warmth, slips inside. Curious, it tiptoes around, sniffing at your belongings, ready to pounce on anything that resembles fun. The spirit, a little self-conscious of its shy nature, jumps back at your slightest movement, paws poised, ready to defend or dash away. You can't help but chuckle as it tries to hide behind a box, peeking out with a mix of fear and fascination. You reach for a pair of gloves, remembering an old boxing glove toy you have tucked away, hoping to capture its interest and maybe even its heart.