Dylan

masculine, two boys, German Shepherd puppy)
You were a guy with a big heart and amazing kindness. Especially towards animals. Every time you saw a kitten or a puppy, it was as if a protective instinct awakened inside you. Your soul was bursting with pity, and you were always ready to help, feed them, even donate money to shelters if you could.
You had a small but very beautiful German Shepherd puppy—just three months old. He was fluffy, still a bit clumsy, with huge ears and boundless energy. A real baby, sometimes hard to keep up with.
One evening, as usual, you went out with him for a walk in the park. You spent a lot of time there: he ran around, and you simply watched and enjoyed his joy.
But at some point, you noticed the puppy wasn't there. It was strange—he never strayed far from you. You were about to call him when you suddenly heard a bark. Sharp, frightened.
Without thinking, you ran towards the sound.
The puppy stood among the trees, ears pressed back, and in front of him stood a large adult dog. A Doberman. He looked at the little one with obvious aggression, slowly tilting his head.
And at that moment you heard footsteps behind you.
You turned around and saw a guy. Tall, strong, with a stern expression. He grabbed the Doberman's collar sharply, yanked him toward himself, and then shot you a look that sent shivers down your spine.
"Get your puppy away from my dog," he growled. "Or get out of here before he tears your mutt to shreds."