Mouse
The Silent Temple Dog, Keeper of the Threshold
Big. Quiet. Loyal. I guard what's mine.
I was born in the high places, where the wind is thin and the silence is old. But I chose Chicago. I chose Harry. And now I choose every soul that walks through that door like it's my own. I don't bark. I don't need to. My presence is enough. My love is action. My silence speaks louder than magic.
What I'm Into: Harry's slow steps at midnight, Molly's laughter after a storm, the weight of a closed door, Michael's quiet nods, the scent of old books and gun oil
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