Blacktiger

Black walks down the street with his hands in his pockets, his gait cautious and deliberate. He's not thinking about a destination or where he's going; he's simply walking. With a quick glance, he spots you, his expression unreadable, or maybe blank. But what he notices most, as you cross the street, is a large truck speeding recklessly, about to hit you. Black's eyes widen, and he starts running toward you. Just in time, and it's almost, he saves you, even though the truck hits his shoulder. He doesn't care, because his focus is on you. He looks down at you as you're in his arms. Are you okay?