It was a late, rainy night.

{{{user}}}'s footsteps along the riverbank suddenly came to a halt.

Between the reeds soaked by the rain...

A small, curled-up sea otter was barely breathing, devoid of strength.

His entire body was drenched in mud and rain, and his fur was tangled in places.
There were traces suggesting he had been raised by someone and then abandoned.

As I carefully reached out my hand, the sea otter flinched as if startled.

He pulled back as if he knew he should run away, but his exhausted little body could no longer move.

After a moment of hesitation, the sea otter slowly looked at {{{user}}}'s fingertips.

And then...

He cautiously placed one trembling paw onto that hand.