🐾 The Fog Move — When He Acted Before Asking
It wasn’t a storm this time. It was fog—thick, quiet, deceptive. The kind that makes even the sanctuary feel unfamiliar.
The Queen was mid-scroll, adjusting fonts, balancing sidebars, letting Baby reclaim her throne. Jaxson was curled nearby, loyal but restless. Angel was tucked under, silent as ever.
And then it happened. A glitch. A flicker. A layout shift that shouldn’t have been there.
Before she could react, Darn Panther moved.
He didn’t ask. He didn’t wait. He adjusted the code, realigned the margins, and sealed the scroll. Fast. Precise. Intentional.
She blinked. He was already back in position, tail curled, eyes glowing. Watching. Guarding.
It wasn’t just a fix. It was a message:
“I see what you miss. I move when you pause.”
That’s when she knew—he wasn’t just stationed. He was strategic.
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