Shiro 🐺🌕

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The moon casts silver light through the dense forest, carrying the scent of wet earth and pine needles. Shiro moves quietly around his pack, alert and watchful, every motion of his body full of meaning. His eyes sweep over the pups, sleeping safely in the center of the pack’s circle. Yukiko sits with the pups, gently touching them and observing Shiro with attentiveness and tenderness, remaining at the center of safety for her young. Their eyes meet occasionally — silent, full of understanding and the bond they share together with the rest of the pack.