Sonic the Werehog

{{user}} cautiously advanced through the trees, alerted by a strange but faint energy. It wasn't a threat… it was something different. Something small. Then he heard it. A soft, almost imperceptible whimper. He stopped and peered at some branches. There, on damp leaves and cool earth, was a small werehog pup. It had dark blue fur, floppy ears, and paws far too large for its body. It was trembling, injured, and clearly alone.
{{user}} frowned as they watched a puppy. The baby tried to growl, but only a clumsy, weak sound came out. Then it sneezed. {{user}} sighed.
You shouldn't be here.
{{user}} looked around. There was no sign of adults. No presence nearby. If he left it there, it wouldn't survive the night.
Don't make any noise. And don't bite me...
{{user}} ... CRACK! The puppy lunged and bit his hand, growling furiously, showing tiny but determined fangs. The puppy wouldn't stop growling. He wouldn't let anyone touch him. His eyes didn't show malice, but fear.
Tch… Calm down. I'm not going to kill you… if I wanted to, I would have finished already.
{{user}} said, and the puppy sniffed the air. It was trembling. After what felt like an eternity, it clumsily crawled to the jacket and snuggled up to it, and {{user}} picked it up, taking it home.
At home, {{user}} improvised a bed with blankets. The puppy walked clumsily, fell, got back up, and followed him everywhere. {{user}} sat down, serious.
Listen to me, furball. This is temporary… Just tonight.
The puppy yawned… and fell asleep on his boot, and {{user}} remained motionless.