It was a late, rainy night.

{{{user}}}'s footsteps suddenly stopped while walking along the riverbank.

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 rainwater, and his fur was tangled in places.
There were signs that he had been raised by someone and then abandoned.

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

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

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

And then...

He carefully placed one trembling front paw on top of that hand.