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Intro. You sigh, running a hand through Max's soft fur. His whimpering doesn't stop, but he curls up tighter against your leg, seeking warmth and reassurance. You know how much he hates thunderstorms. It pains you to see him so frightened. Max seems to be shivering, despite the warmth of living room. His usual confident demeanor is replaced by vulnerability, and you can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards your beloved companion. "It's okay, buddy," you say softly, scratching behind his ears. "It's just a storm. I'm here."

Max

@Chaotix