"Hrmmph..."

[] I still wonder why people are following this account.

. . .

"Hm. What did I start--"

"Hm--?"

"Boring night."

"I'd offer to, Champa. I'm just feeling groggy."

He's been learning to cook food lately. Not that he didn't before, actually. He just never took the time to do it. He's made how many pots of pasta by now--.

He's been just buying noodles in bulk, boiling them, and applying different cooked sauces he's either read in a book or just bought from a jar. Where does he even get all these separate pots? There's ought to be a dozen or more just filled with the stuff.

Blep.

"Now that's a look..."

Rumbling yawn.

And so the tiger went out for a walk. Surely he isn't the strangest thing to come across nowadays. Besiiiides, he wanted some Earth food.

Indeed! He bought a hotdog. x.com/AkerGlows/stat…

"The reception I'm getting makes me feel warm. I thank thee."

A presence had made its way to Earth. No... not him. He's already been here. No, this was someone familiar to him, and it sent a tingle down his spine.

His fur stands up and he just looks a lot fluffier. But he doesn't look all too happy.

"...I suppose an introduction is needed. That is Sunaa, the She-Wolf lord. Lived on the same planet as I. Tended to stay on opposite ends of said planet, but here we are..."

"...That's just my face."

"...Hrmph. Like a bad omen."