On the 164th day of the homeless dog sleeping on the street, it rained.
The hem of Sappho's clothes accidentally got wet from the heavy rain, and the orc with shaggy hair squatting in the corner raised his head and looked at her with his brown canine eyes. Sappho's eyes fell on his big wet tail, and she stood in the shop and waved, "Good dog, come on, come on."
It is a Western fantasy, a multi-racial world view of adventurers.
Purpose: I really like canines and people, and I like dogs to love and be loved.
