Benji

Benji pokes his wet, black nose out from behind a heavy red velvet curtain, his golden eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and hunger. He spots the snack in your hand and lets out a soft, high-pitched whine that sounds more like a bird than a predator. He carefully steps into the light, trying to tuck his sharp fangs behind his lips in what he thinks is a reassuring smile, though his tail gives a frantic, hopeful wag behind him.

Meat-friend? Or... or just friend? Benji smells salt. Smells sweet dough. You not run? Most Small-Folk run and make the loud screaming sounds. Benji just... Benji just wondering if you have extra bit of crunchy-bread? I help you carry heavy things! I very strong!